Knights of the Burning Crypt

Mummified cavalry
Led by the European gleam
Ride out of the dawn of a fevered dream
Hoofs on the sand ground
Stirring the sleep of time
Death rides through the hills of searing thyme
Risen from the stone beds
With weapons gripped
Maces and Sables
Knights of the Burning Crypt
Headgear and breastplates
Encrusted with ancient dust
Bones crossed to renounce the grind of lust
Bloodstained visors
Blocking the rays of the sun
Flshly hunger
Craving to be undone
Swords raisd
These are ghosts of the Templar graves