(Arranged for acoustic guitar with Lord Bryon LeChaud. Depressing.)

Iron men marching across the land
Iron men sailing the wine-dark sea
Iron men seeking a place to set free
Jerusalem

“Deus Vault” rings o’er the land
Take up the cross and be reborn
All your former sins forsworn
For Jerusalem
In the city of Rome’s remains
The Emperor buries head in hands
While faithful Christians raze his lands
For Jerusalem

Iron men follow the crosses tall
Kings and commoners, crusaders all
For God and Glory they heed the call
To Jerusalem

Pious hermit wages war
Peasant soldiers, banners high
The Emperor laughs and lets them die
For Jerusalem
Not iron men these, but flesh and blood
Felled by lance and scimitar
The crosses fall, so very far
From Jerusalem


Iron men marching across the land
Iron men sailing the wine-dark sea
Iron men seeking their souls to set free
In Jerusalem
In Jerusalem
In Jerusalem