Žodžiai dainai: Cathedral. Night Of The Seagulls.

We are the blind, dead, no eyes inside our head
Our senses lead us to your nightmare
Centuries of death we wear
Pharaoh's cross in dust we bare
Immortal horses slowly ride us to you

Through the black mist
They ride
Knights templar, arise

The shores unearthly dead
Mournful mothers chilled with dread
Leave their offspring to knights templar

They rise from the sea
At midnight what a prize you see
Tied to the post, a virgin screaming

Through the black mist
They ride
Knights templar, arise

Into our castle led, seagulls howling overhead
The ritual you face and shall know after
Your blood we drink for eternity
Flesh unto the crabs we leave
And feed your heart into aquarian master

Through the black mist
They ride
Knights templar, arise