Teutonic Knights - Epic Christian Historical Song

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From Acre's wall a humble start, a hospital for the German heart. No glory sought, but wounds to bind, the Holy Land's sick and pilgrim kind. But the desert sands are draining dry, the Crusader Kingdom starts to die. The White Mantle, the Black Iron Cross, shall find new purpose, fear no loss. The Grand Master plots a different course, where pagan lands meet Christian force.

Hospitallers and Knights of the Temple, fade in the Levant's broken steeple. A northern call, a new frontier, to carve a state where all men fear. The Baltic shores, a land untamed, the Prussian tribes must be reclaimed!

DEUTSCHER ORDEN! Sent from the west! A holy war, put to the test! WHITE MANTLE! With a cross of black! There is no turning, there is no lack! MARIENBURG stands proud and tall, a fortress built to conquer all! In the name of the Lord, our power we seize! TEUTONIC KNIGHTS! Fall on your knees!

The Vistula's banks, a castle built, a thousand lives of blood are spilt. Against the Cumans, then the Lithuanian line, a pagan border, now is mine! Pomerelia taken by the blade, a maritime empire quickly made. Amber trade flows through our gates, sealing the grim commercial fates. From Riga's port to the vast estates, the Grand Master's word dictates. They march under the papal seal, a holy cleansing, iron and steel! God’s will imposed, our victory is known, the Baltic thrones are ours alone!

Invincible, they thought their reign, a sovereign state born of the pain. A thousand Komturs rule the land, with faith and iron in their hand. But eastward rising, a powerful foe, the Polish Crown, a seed to sow!

DEUTSCHER ORDEN! Sent from the west! A holy war, put to the test! WHITE MANTLE! With a cross of black! There is no turning, there is no lack! MARIENBURG stands proud and tall, a fortress built to conquer all! In the name of the Lord, our power we seize! TEUTONIC KNIGHTS! Fall on your knees!

Tannenberg! The field of fate! Grunwald! Now the hour is late! FIFTEEN THOUSAND under the sun! The Grand Master's battle almost won... The Polish-Lithuanian thunder stroke, the Order's strength is finally broke! The Black Cross shattered, forced to yield, a golden era in the field... IS DONE!

DEUTSCHER ORDEN! Sent from the west! A holy war, put to the test! WHITE MANTLE! With a cross of black! There is no turning, there is no lack! MARIENBURG stands proud and tall, a fortress built to conquer all! In the name of the Lord, our power we seize! TEUTONIC KNIGHTS! Fall on your knees!

The state is gone, the banner lowered, a military giant is devoured. SECULARIZED! The Prussian Duke! A Protestant turn, the order shook! The fire burns, but the spirit lingers, the sacred vow remains! From Viennese streets the white cross gleam, a silent service to the broken dream.