The Battle of Acre (The Battle) Lyrics

On land and sea the forces massed

As banners caught the wind

The Templars' chants and prayers rose high

As battle did begin

The arrows rained like winter storms

The stones came crashing down

While cries of both the cross and star

Rang out across the town

The Battle of Acre, fierce and grim

Beneath a searing sun

Where swords and shields

Met clash for clash

No mercy sought or won

The fortress walls stood tall and thick

Yet breached by bold crusade

As siege machines and ladders high

Forced open Acre's gate

By night, the fires lit the dark

Smoke shrouded field and sea

Each side entrenched in blood and sand

Refusing yet to flee

And when the final breach was made

The victors, worn and few

Stood weary in the silent streets

Where Acre's stronghold grew