| We are templars, of an old order
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| And we are believers, of an old conception
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| Before the birth of time we roamed spaces unknown
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| Undreamed of dreams, fabulous scenes
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| A spectacle beyond the most vivid human fantasy
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| A crown of glory adorned our shapes
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| The nightsky was our home and the stars our desolate hosts
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| Templars, I summon thee my friends so old
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| Awaken from thine dwelling sleep
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| And let us once more ride our steeds to eradicate the weak
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| Have you heard the starwinds blow?
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| Far our where the watchers lure
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| You should be pleased of your ignorance
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| For knowledge can be a most dreadful curse
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| A crown…
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| Templars…
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| My words shall sound the alarm, legions awakened to arm
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| My sword shall shatter the bonds, and we’ll see what’ll come from beyond
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| Oh, rise our legions
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| Feel the rage at heart
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| An army of ghouls and demons
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| Led by the templars
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| Do you hear the starwinds blow?
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| And do you feel the darkness creeping upon you? |