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 bodies Furiously hammering in the bloody mist of battle Under the red light of sky Chorus: Black and white, darkness and light d**h and life, pray and fight Cross and crescent, evil and good All that is called "Bathomet" Feel the sweet caress of the warm breeze of dunes Hear the wail of wind through the mountains The visions fade away On the red hot sand So close your eyes Son of the northern mist Awake the knowledge Light of the torch inside Man came from over the sea Chorus