Blood of the Templars - Dark Fortress

It was in 1099 in the eastern land, where that fool was crucified

Jerusalem fell

In midst of the ravaging, raping and pillaging

I presented to one of the crusaders a gift from my lady so cruel

The cup of blood, «The Holy Grail» — such blasphemy

And they poured it down with passion, the blood of power of no holy origin

The blood of the whore

The blood of the templars lives on

Forevermore

The blood of the templars will never die

Far beyond religious superstition, true magic was their craft

Spells this earth had never seen were cast in secret halls

Ageless men, three hundred years, until Jacques de Molay was burned

He cast a final spell, sending pope and king to hell

But that wasn’t the end, for still they reign in silence

The forces of fire have granted immortality to the last seven knights

Seven lovers for a seven-headed whore…

The blood is eternal, the blood is black…

The blood of the templars lives on

Forevermore

The blood… blood of the templars

(All my journeys through time, back and forth, had forged me into the Warlord)