The Last of the Templars (Lord Vicar)

Coming through the night I am carried by the wind Mansion in my sight I‘m the redeemer of the sin He met me by the door Praying for the dead Remembering the war And how I always walked ahead Son, cry for Jerusalem Where the order raised their Steel To fight the hordes of men And to claim back every hill I walk the night alone Unholy friend of fear My flute is made of bone The sound is cold and clear A whisper in the dark My hand will never fail You will know my mark Silence will prevail King of the Dead…