The Batlle - Saracen Ascension

(The Christian knights surrounded by the Saracen enemy)
Turan is lost, no retreat
The heathens we'll meet
Not one drop to drink
The spring without reach

Now surrounded by foes
On this damn plateau
This camp is no longer safe

Running out of supplies
Arrows go down
Blinded by smoke we march
Still we go on
(Guy of Lusignan, King of Jerusalem)
Losing faith, our knights defecting