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.