Wotan - Ride of Templares

Riding and flying on the wings of storm
Under the shadow of the "Beaucent"
In the solitude of this sea of sand
Steel may be

Templar knights come in the dawn
Like a white swarm of blood thirsty birds
Breaking in the enemy camp
In a whirlind 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

Black and white, darkness and light
Death and life, pray and fight
Cross and crescent, evil and good
All that is called Baphomet