I walk through the calm forest in the time of And only the dark memories are left from these There's pieces of armour on skeletons Of men lying on ground They were killed by the stab of sword
Before me lays thousands of knights Beneath of my feets lays skeletons And only the dark memories Are left of this Knighthood
On ground all fought for domination, But no one stayed alive no one knows why that even one life, survive It must have been the powers of That killed the rest of the men On this bloodstained ground, That which stories has told