Riding and flying on the wings of storm Under the shadow of the "Beaucent" In the solitude of this sea of sand Steel may be
Templar knights come in the dawn Like a white swarm of blood thirsty birds Breaking in the enemy camp In a whirlind of swords
Twenty two against one thousand Cutting shields breaking bones Furiously hammering in the bloody mist of battle Under the red light of sky
Black and white, darkness and light Death and life, pray and fight Cross and crescent, evil and good All that is called BaphometTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
