Divine lights fill their souls
The blood of stars, they march at dawn
They blow the trumpets in the battle
They announce seas of blood and pain
They come from the southern horizon
They are the templar knights of God
Divine lights fill their souls
The blood of stars, they march at dawn
The fugitives wear blood-stained muds
And the knights will disappear
Wild horses raise dust
They don't favour the sons of God
Divine lights fill their souls
The blood of stars, they march at dawn
Forged of iron on the outside
Armed with faith on the inside
Solemn soldiers who do not fight
But rather defend what they believe
Glorious will be the return from the ruthless battle
Blessed be the death, that marks1them
as martyrs
They will perish in combat
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