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Through the mist of battles

And acts of savagery,

I heard the noise of riders

The noise of hooves,

As the Knights rode through,

Mighty men in armour

Faces, hidden by iron helmets,

I have to wonder where they’re going

What hell are they going to meet next,

Or what misery they may inflict

On another set of innocent people,

This brutality is their nature

And they believe their glory will come with a good death.