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Silence, upon the land
As winter eats into the soul
No fire, within the hall
To cleanse this land of wickedness and blood

Crow calls within the wood
On black sands, the plague ships burn
As for the law, what law there is has failed
Your savior is never to come

There’s a man in the sky for the faithful
There’s a face in the moon for the child
But we are the knights of the wasteland
In a mad world we’re for killing the king

The evil, the arrogant
Have risen, upon the piled up bodies of our dead
And the stones crack and the mountains crumble down into the sea
And who will stand with me

There’s a law of the land to condemn us
And the law of the just makes us strong
For we are the knights of the wasteland
And justice is burning, we’re killing the king

Those who would divide and conquer
Our scaffold shall greet them well
The oak of our fathers take the task
The fall to Hell

Rise up in the Eastland, Arise! In the north
For we are the knights of the wasteland
And when a dark sun rises
We’re killing the king

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