.:Third Crusade:.

What if I told you secretly, that for five years of straight fued
...Two tactical minds would collide in holy hate & revenue...
"It's only fate!" proclaimed the pope Urban the Second
The Holy War at its most virulent point in attempts to be effective
Correct it, The Holy Land was a fiercely contested battlefield neglected
Shielded soldiers weilded religion as reason's to slaughter
Fought over by Muslim and Christian armies, zealots and assassins.
Ever active in attackin' in the name of god's will & passion.
...Savage 'morbid' lynguistics, from putrid infidels to simplistics...
But get this: two renowned figures errupted from the 'sickness'
...Richard the Lionheart, then King of England, versus Content...
The European cursed Sultan Saladin. Savior of Alah's profits.
Contenued conflict, as Creators names portrayed an' held High
As the Warriors of God collide an' explode in the night's sky
It's lifes cry... An excuse to conquer the proper and slaughter
As Son's and Daughters prosper from the gift the Angel of Death offer's.

.:Richard the Lionheart:.

I was born on September 8, 1157, & was enthroned in 1172.
King to few, for kingdoms are run from poverty to including fueds.
I spent a few, years... in twining my mind in proper sanction
Until I felt the urge to splurge and collide with the Muslim Nation
Subtle & Patient. I tried to fight for whats right, coincide with my God
But alas. I guess my God's a fraud because we lost it to Alah's stance.
I crawled intranced, with my lance on point and justly in order
Up until Saladin strode his army up to the Husky Holy Border
Now I'm Older. I think back to the Third Crusade's parade of Shambles.
I understand the gambles placed by the Christian race in despising haste
It's "describing fate". Yah, suprising state we were in b/c of the Irate.
I taste my soul, & watch it falter and alter at the altar & in roll...
For when I died April 6, 1199, from a wound in the Limousin.
I realized the forsaken choice in the poise of the pope's engrossed poison.

.:Saladin:.

I was born in 1137 a scholar, and died, March 4, 1193 a Muslim Hero.
It was never my intentions to be resurrected from zero's standing.
To commanding demanding folks to Jerusalem's unspoken ranting
Panting, as I counter the thunder from the 'powder' cowards
...Louder, as the vibrant encounters eclipse religions poison shower...
Poised to cower, during the First Crusades grasp of the city...
...Doomed to loom in utter control as we stroll in self pity...
It's shitty... but in the end my men fought & won the city's hold
We were bold enough to hold the corrupted assassins death toll
Wept for the soul, it's what I did in the end, & whitnessed canty
Scripted sanity & so the Muslim Nation still holds it in strict tenacity.