Templars - Mörk Gryning

We are templars, of an old order

And we are believers, of an old conception

Before the birth of time we roamed spaces unknown

Undreamed of dreams, fabulous scenes

A spectacle beyond the most vivid human fantasy

A crown of glory adorned our shapes

The nightsky was our home and the stars our desolate hosts

Templars, I summon thee my friends so old

Awaken from thine dwelling sleep

And let us once more ride our steeds to eradicate the weak

Have you heard the starwinds blow?

Far our where the watchers lure

You should be pleased of your ignorance

For knowledge can be a most dreadful curse

A crown…

Templars…

My words shall sound the alarm, legions awakened to arm

My sword shall shatter the bonds, and we’ll see what’ll come from beyond

Oh, rise our legions

Feel the rage at heart

An army of ghouls and demons

Led by the templars

Do you hear the starwinds blow?

And do you feel the darkness creeping upon you?