Ah - oh; she rides like the wind Praise her
Dusk, I rule the nightAnd rest by the light of
Rising through the sacred groundsFrom the landscape vast and wide
TAKE THE SWORD, KILL THE ENEMIES AND FIGHT TO OUR
Harker is my name, to you people I must say
Color distorts logic Envolkes hatred Dividing man Religion a tool
IN A DISTANT LAND, WHEN THE MAGIC IS POWER MANY
IN A TIME WHEN THE BATTLE, WERE FOUGHT SWORD BY
IN A WORLD DEVASTED BY HATE, THERE IS LITTLE CHANCE
I have seen the morbid faces I have felt the
I am covered in much shame As I watch my
IN THE AGE OF WARS, BETWEEN THE CLANS BARBARIANS FOUGHT,
THE SIGN GOD ASK FOR BLOOD, IT IS TIME TO
I'm the one you fearThe voice that chus out your
WE ARE THE KNIGHTS OF METAL, OBSESSED BY VICTORY FEEL
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