I walk through the calm forest in the time of knights,
and only the dark memories are left from these times.
There's pieces of armour on skeletons,
of men lying on the ground.
They were killed by the stab of the sword.

Before me lays thousands of dead knights,
beneath of my feets lays skeletons,
and only the dark memories
are left of this knighthood.

On this ground all fought for domination,
but no one stayed alive,
And no one know why that even one life
didn't survive.
It must have been the powers of evil,
that killed the rest of the men
on this bloodstained ground,
that which stories had been told.

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