An Order to Reclaim - Gorod

Sacred vows are made to be broken

Three hundred years later, the grave will open

For there is an order to reclaim

We are back from oblivion again

Born from the poor fellow soldiers

The world is going through a serious crisis

Divided by financial conflicts

Holy wars are sowing terror and chaos

Let us break the silence

As science is focused on the material

The living standards continue to fall

Time has come to ask for more humanity

Let us break the silence

For there is an order to reclaim

We are back from oblivion again

Born from the poor fellow soldiers

A traveling mendicant order

But sacred laws are made to be broken

Reveal our ambition

Revive the mendicant order, now!

Tax exemption, the oath of poverty

Immunity from persecution, the vow of chastity

And no submission, Obedience?

To the secular power death is so great,

death is so great

Death is so great that nine would accuse us

Of seeking victory, of seeking another end

Reveal our ambition

Revive the poor fellow-soldiers

After the king’s denial, the order became mendicant again

And the poor fellow bankers were condemned to burn at the stake