Book of the past
A tale told from the past
Voices in the night
Weapons of the Knights
Hearing noises of blowing horns
We won the war by desert storms
Killing, destroying, it's in our vains
And the triumph was our fame
Black warriors last breath
We will torture them to death
Liers beneath flesh and skin
Enough of truth and sin
Knight riders - torturing the liers
Knight riders - in the desert firers
Knight riders - attack survivors
Knight riders - dirty fighters
The swords they received
Was their missing master piece
Knowledge from their kingdom
Was to fight for their freedom
Warriors all fighting strong
Knight riders, riding along
Fight for our land
War in the desert sands