Coming through the night
I am carried by the wind
Mansion in my sight
I‘m the redeemer of the sin
He met me by the door
Praying for the dead
Remembering the war
And how I always walked ahead
Son, cry for Jerusalem
Where the order raised their Steel
To fight the hordes of men
And to claim back every hill
I walk the night alone
Unholy friend of fear
My flute is made of bone
The sound is cold and clear
A whisper in the dark
My hand will never fail
You will know my mark
Silence will prevail
King of the Dead…
