Lyrics:

Demons of the past, step forward into the light.
Manifest yourselves as beings of flesh.
Rotten and putrid with the foul stench of death.
Let me grant you the knighthood that is yours to bear.


As I place this sword on your shoulder.
As I force you down to your knee.


In whatever blackness you might dwell,
you stand by my side and serve me well.
Whatever secrets you might know,
you stand by my side as I erode.


This is the time to cleanse your soul.
Bring what you need, let’s head for the road.
The valleys of death from here and beyond,
is part of the journey we travel till dawn.


Red-spiked gloom,
a speck in your eye.
Uncertain doom,
rains from the sky.


As you grace the sand with your feet,
and wonder how it came to this.
You spot the eyes of a thousand demons,
staring back at you from the dark.


These I know, eyes from the past,
an untrusting friend who serve when I ask.


Like mirrors of ice bending the light,
keeping you back till the day that you die.


Demons, past, forward, light.
Manifest yourselves as beings of flesh.
Rotten, putrid, foul stench, death.
Let me grant you the knighthood that is yours to bear.