The Templar Knights, the vanguard of light
Waged war in a dark crusade and found eternal life
Brought back from holy lands, the secrets of the dead
Necromantic power fills the holy cross with dread

Mercilessly hunting, in their final fall from grace
Purged by the voice of God

Their eyes were taken are they sank to Hell
Dreaming but visionless, in rotten crypts they dwell
Remembrance of bloodshed ensures they'll live again
Christendom will cower as they ride for their revenge
Excruciating sentence, condemned to other worlds
Waiting to kill again
Moonlight illuminates the spectral charge of death
Moving slowly out of sync with the living world
Abominations rising to soil holy laws
Return to conquered lands

Mercilessly hunting, in their final fall from grace
Purged by the voice of God

The hunt is endless, the sound and smell of fear
Life is ending slowly the Knights are drawing near
Feel the dread and cold flowing from their eyes
Taste the fear of ancient death as they silence all your cries
Excruciating sentence, condemned to other worlds
Waiting to kill again and again and again.

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