Song of the Conquistador
So many dead So many dead How can we count so many dead? First a village, then a town. Pile the bodies seven-high, then burn the bodies down. Drag each mother from her child, each father from his chores. Old and young, their song is sung, and they shall sing no more. Raze the shelters. Torch the fields. Pull their altars down. Praise our Lord, and do his will. Bring glory to his crown. Praise our Lord, and in his name each sword becomes a flame. So many dead, so many dead. We do this in his name. And more and more around each bend, and more and more the same: Praise our Lord, and do his will. All glory to his name.
I appreciate the irony and darkness here. Millenia of bad deeds being done by people who believed they were doing good seems to be the story of humanity.
...It reminded me "Les rois maudits"
Time of crusades was almost the only time there was no Jews in Jerusalem anymore, or Arabs, for that matter. Crusaders killed all.
Everything ends though, so did crusades.
Templars, one of the most influential ordens, though then get accused falsely by the French king and the Pope, their riches taken, their orden ruined, themselves thrown to jails, tortured, and burned.
Then the famous curse is laid upon the French king and his descendants, the Pope, the king's minister-the curse that comes true swiftly and mercilessly, like the Angel of Death, and thus is remembered until this very day, and the events that unfold become the precursor to the one hundred year war, among many other things.
And one of the heroes of the saga(all of them real, living people once) thinks before being taken himself to be hanged:
" Любой неправый поступок, даже совершенный ради правого дела, несет в себе проклятие."