Last Of The Templars Lyrics
Coming through the night
I am carried by the wind
Mansion in my sight
I am redeemer of the sinned
He met me by the door
Praying for the dead
Remembering the war
How I always walked ahead
Son, cry for Jerusalem
Where the order raised their Steel
To fight the hordes of men
And to claim back every hill
I walk the night alone
Unholy friend of fear
My flute is made of bone
The sound is cold and clear
A whisper in the dark
My hand will never fail
You will know my mark
Silence will prevail
Son, cry for Jerusalem
Where the order raised their steel
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To fight the hordes of men
And to claim back every hill
King of the Dead
King of the Dead
King of the Dead
King of the Dead
