The IVth Crusade

	作词 : Bolt Thrower
	Mortified by the lack of conscience,
	Our sanctity bears no relevance.
	Insignificance is our existence,
	Hear the litany of life's persistence.
	Our pleas for mercy fall upon unhearing ears,
	Take my life, my soul, wipe away these bitter tears.
	Vanquished in the name of your god,
	One of the same to whom we all pray.
	Vanquished in the name of your god,
	One of the same to whom we onced prayed
	Try to close my mind -
	From the screams
	I hear, Repentance is denied, the conformation of my fear.

	zuò cí : Bolt Thrower
	Mortified by the lack of conscience,
	Our sanctity bears no relevance.
	Insignificance is our existence,
	Hear the litany of life' s persistence.
	Our pleas for mercy fall upon unhearing ears,
	Take my life, my soul, wipe away these bitter tears.
	Vanquished in the name of your god,
	One of the same to whom we all pray.
	Vanquished in the name of your god,
	One of the same to whom we onced prayed
	Try to close my mind
	From the screams
	I hear, Repentance is denied, the conformation of my fear.