The Last of the Templars

Coming through the night

I am carried by the wind

Mansion in my sight

I‘m the redeemer of the sin

He met me by the door

Praying for the dead

Remembering the war

And 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

King of the Dead…