| 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 knows 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 has been told |