Riding and flying on the wings of storm Under the shadow of the "Beauceant" In the solitude of this sea of sand Steel may be a good companion
Templar knights come in the dawn Like a white storm of blood thirsty birds Breaking in the enemy camp In a whirlwind of swords
Twenty two against one thousand Cutting shields breaking bones Furiously hammering in the bloody mist of battle Under the red light of sky
[Chorus:] Black and white, darkness and light Death and life, pray and fight Cross and crescent, evil and good All this called "Baphomet"
Feel the sweet caress of the warm breeze of dunes Hear the wail of wind through the mountains The vision fade away On the red hot sand So close your eyes Son of the northern mist Awake the knowledge Light on the torch inside Man came from over the sea
