Lyrics:

Illiterate peasants crowdin' in on me
I feel like an island in a filthy sea
Feels like I'm living in the 13th century

The world now, it hurdles
All booted
We wander, in circles
All Spurred
Killing the infidel
Our Mission
God will recognize
His children

Legless beggars line the streets
Digging in the garbage for something to eat
Feels like I'm living in the 13th century

The devil on the corner
The martyr in flames
Cows, Pigs wars and witches
It all seems the same

The Saints in the sewers
The stench of decay
The bodies in ditches
They all scream my name

Torture, secret prison, and missing persons
Every day the situation Worsens
Feels like I'm living in the 13th century

The world now, it hurdles
All booted
We wander, in circles
All Spurred
Killing the infidel
Our Mission
God will recognize
His children
Feels like I'm living in the 13th century
Feels like I'm living in the 13th century
Feels like I'm living in the 13th century