In days of old,
When knights in shinning armor
Were callous
And bold…
Many wild tales
Were told
Of
The Knights Templar.
Secret ceremonies held,
Secret oaths taken,
A pledge to serve God,
Never to be foresaken.
Money-lenders,
Money-keepers,
Keeping secret
Their secret ways.
Swearing to serve God,
And the Pope,
Taking their loyalty
To the grave.
In Jeruselum
They fought,
Bringing Order
To the crusades.
Fighting fiercely,
They fought like lions,
Fought bravely,
As no other
Has.
Face to face combat
On an open field,
Many lives taken,
Many were killed.
Man against man,
A clash of steel,
Sword in hand.
Broken souls,
Battered bodies,
Wounds that will
Never heal…
Centuries have passed
Since the Templars
Were disbanded.
Brought down hard,
Not by sword,
Not by chance.
Brought down hard
By the Pope,
And the king of France.
Oh Lord with silence we hear,
Oh Lord with song we cheer,
Oh Lord with spirits so high,
Oh Lord with banners to the sky,
Oh Lord with sounds of battle cries,
Oh Lord with martyrdom we fly,
Oh Lord with beauty & grace,
Oh Lord with steel we chase,
Oh Lord with sword we trust,
Oh Lord with strength we thrust,
Oh Lord with crosses of red,
Oh Lord with prayers for the dead,
Oh Lord with brothers in arms,
Oh Lord with sacred charms,
Oh Lord with mantles of white,
Oh Lord with chivalry we knights!
Darkness fumbles in my mind
Swirls with memories left behind
Fears and hopes, deep inside
The way of the sword need not hide
Honor stands golden in my soul
Replacing my flesh when swords make hole
Eyes stand bold, bright as tiger orange sun
The warrior spirit need not run
Purple skies bid spirits swirl high
The artist paints, as my sword through air
The God of love stands by
Beauty in face, flowing dark hair
Sword cut my destiny, as far as my arm
Thunder clap breaks, as does the calm
A pure tear for the fallen soul
The way of the warrior told
The breath in my mind
As the darkness fades
The sword of the Templar
The Way of The Blade
A knight….
Head bowed
The sword sheathed
Glittering blade………
Will never fade
Poor Knights of Christ
The Knights Templar……..
Have come far
Battles, far from won
Jerusalem……….
Will be lost………
We are the few………
What can we do?
The final cost……..
Our numbers have been reduced
Jewels and gold…………
They have been seduced
So many bought and sold….
Gather, ye men……….
The ideals hold true
We cannot rest
Find the path
What can we do?
In to the lions den
The true test
The armour that we wear…..
Shaped metal
The knight……….
Scores to settle
The forged sword…………
By Englands finest smiths
Enemies laid bare
But is all lost?
Our enemies are at the gate
We are the few…………..
Can we defeat Saladin’s horde?
We place our trust in the lord
Knights of the Temple
Gather ye round
Knights of old
Knights bold
Before it is all gone…………..
Saladin’s men at the gate
Relentless horde
We cannot abate
This is not the time for dying
Or listening to the enemies’ lying
They have not cared……..
Only what they want done
Our lives,
Never to be spared……………
Jerusalem is lost
The knights,
will come
The old order of things…………
To be sacrificed
The Knights………..
To die for Christ
The knights………..
Cannot crumble to dust
The swords must never rust
They are needed………..
The teachings, seeded
The Cross of St George
The values, to forge
The Knights betrayed…………
The memories…………
Swords rust
Knights,
crumble to dust
The values taught……….
The enemy cannot kill
The battles always fought
But still……………
They come
The war, far from won
The knights weep
The rot, beginning to seep……..
The true ways
Compromised by political plays
Swords rust……..
Knights fade……..
Needs must
Knights betrayed……….
The final cost
Jerusalem…..lost
