Book of the past A tale told from the past Voices in the night Weapons of the Knights Hearing noises of blowing horns We won the war by desert storms Killing, destroying, it's in our vains And the triumph was our fame Black warriors last breath We will torture them to death Liers beneath flesh and skin Enough of truth and sin Knight riders - torturing the liers Knight riders - in the desert firers Knight riders - attack survivors Knight riders - dirty fighters The swords they received Was their missing master piece Knowledge from their kingdom Was to fight for their freedom Warriors all fighting strong Knight riders, riding along Fight for our land War in the desert sands