Paroles de Proud Black Templar
The Knight:The world I love is the world I lost
Broken, plundered and wasted
The memory burnt
From the Soil and the Sun
A black epitaph of the ages
The Rose:
The world you curse
Is the one I love
The Virgin a Whore
In the Garden
Crowned upon the Earth's ordure
I bear no wounds
And I bring no cure
The Cross:
Pain is where this world begins
And pain is the heart of all endings
Every pilgrim that bears
This burden of truth
Only the few have learnt to lose
I burn down the Holy of Holies
The One in Three
And the Three in None
The march of the proud Black Templar
The Rose:
The world you curse
Is the one I love
The Virgin a Whore
In the Garden
Crowned upon the Earth's ordure
I bear no wounds
And I bring no cure
The Cross:
Pain is where this world begins
And pain is the heart of all endings
Every pilgrim that bears
This burden of truth
Only the few have learnt to lose
I burn down the Holy of Holies
The One in Three
And the Three in None
The march of the proud Black Templar
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