| 歌曲 | Crusade (Kid's version) |
| 歌手 | Voltaire |
| 专辑 | Spooky Songs for Creepy Kids |
| Long ago, I went to war | |
| To fight the scourge | |
| Of Christendom | |
| I held aloft my blessed sword | |
| And said, | |
| “By God, | |
| Let them come.” | |
| They said their eyes | |
| Are red as flame | |
| I heard it told | |
| From hell they came | |
| Their breath is fire | |
| Their tongues are forked | |
| Thus are the beasts | |
| Of Dragon's Gate. | |
| I heard my father's words | |
| Deep in my heart | |
| “Son, know your enemy | |
| As I know my son.” | |
| The Fates were kind | |
| They let me in | |
| The dragon's lair | |
| The den of sin | |
| I placed my sword upon its heart and with a prayer | |
| I thrust it in. | |
| The dragon fell | |
| Upon the ground | |
| Twas then I heard | |
| A whimpering sound | |
| A dragonling | |
| To his father clung | |
| Who only fought | |
| To protect his young | |
| I heard my father's words | |
| Deep in my heart. | |
| “Son know your enemy | |
| As I know my son” | |
| And now my son | |
| Is off to war | |
| To fight the new scourge | |
| Of Christendom | |
| He holds aloft his brazen sword | |
| And says | |
| “Dad, | |
| Let them come” | |
| He swears their eyes | |
| are red as flame | |
| And heard it told | |
| From hell they came | |
| Their breath is fire | |
| Their tongues are forked thus | |
| Are the men of Muslim faith | |
| Son, hear you father clear | |
| deep in your heart | |
| “Son, know your enemy | |
| As I would have them know | |
| My son.” |
| Long ago, I went to war | |
| To fight the scourge | |
| Of Christendom | |
| I held aloft my blessed sword | |
| And said, | |
| " By God, | |
| Let them come." | |
| They said their eyes | |
| Are red as flame | |
| I heard it told | |
| From hell they came | |
| Their breath is fire | |
| Their tongues are forked | |
| Thus are the beasts | |
| Of Dragon' s Gate. | |
| I heard my father' s words | |
| Deep in my heart | |
| " Son, know your enemy | |
| As I know my son." | |
| The Fates were kind | |
| They let me in | |
| The dragon' s lair | |
| The den of sin | |
| I placed my sword upon its heart and with a prayer | |
| I thrust it in. | |
| The dragon fell | |
| Upon the ground | |
| Twas then I heard | |
| A whimpering sound | |
| A dragonling | |
| To his father clung | |
| Who only fought | |
| To protect his young | |
| I heard my father' s words | |
| Deep in my heart. | |
| " Son know your enemy | |
| As I know my son" | |
| And now my son | |
| Is off to war | |
| To fight the new scourge | |
| Of Christendom | |
| He holds aloft his brazen sword | |
| And says | |
| " Dad, | |
| Let them come" | |
| He swears their eyes | |
| are red as flame | |
| And heard it told | |
| From hell they came | |
| Their breath is fire | |
| Their tongues are forked thus | |
| Are the men of Muslim faith | |
| Son, hear you father clear | |
| deep in your heart | |
| " Son, know your enemy | |
| As I would have them know | |
| My son." |