The Knight of the North Songtext
von Glass Hammer

This is where we draw the line
And here is where we make our stand
You′ll gather all our forces here for
Here we stand on hallowed ground
And here the foe will surely fall
We'll send his army scattering for
This is where we draw the line
And here is where we make our stand
Now sound the trumpets, form the battle line
Hold the line

This is where we draw the line
And here is where we make our stand

This is where we draw the line
And here is where we make our stand

So they gathered all their men
There in that place of dread
That had once known peace
With banners high
And blowing in the wind


Here the foe must climb to meet them
Up the rocky slopes
And climb he did as their arrows flew
Yet still they came
Fell army of the Knight of the North
Who drove them forth, for

That is where they drew the line
And that is where they made their stand
And all found their courage
Whenever the King drew near
Now with the sound of thunder
Waves crashing on the shore
Metal on metal
The hosts are joined at last

Now the Knight of the East
With axe swinging to and fro
Would force his way into the fray
Ever seeking out his foe

One on one he would fight
And champion his King
Yet he knew his doom was near
When his eyes met
Those glaring orbs full of malice
Of the evil Knight neath his serpent banner


Now as round them battle raged
These two would fight a private war
And though he was doomed
He was singing a song of slaying

Then his axe was broken
Still he fought with mailed fists
As deep plunged the sword of the
Knight of the North into his heart
And he died

Mortals stood and fought
An Army of foulness wrought
Singing as they slew
Warriors brave and true

Set loose upon the King
A wolvish monstrous thing
Gaping jaws wide
Thus it struck and died

The Knight of the North Speaks
Silly, dreaming King a raving,
Always rambling of his plans.
I will have his pretty princess.
I will have her!
I will enslave her!
I will curse her!
Curse her forever!

Who can stand against this
Armored giant?

As the sun is sinking low in the western sky
Weary forces of the King have won the field
The routed foe, scattering

Now the Knight of the North
Knows his battle is lost
Time to make good his escape
He flees to his tower
His fortress where the
Wrathful King gives chase
Anger written on his face
Up the winding stairs they go
Ever higher, now he knows
That his treachery has
Brought him beyond the hope of
Mercy, Mercy
If only he could
Swallow Pride
And atone for this

All this talk of
Ancient battle
All this talk of
Kings and villains
All this rambling
On bout evil
Monstrous armies
Swords and heroes
He was singing a song of slaying

What′s he saying
Where's this leading
Kind of makes my brain hurt
Why can't he speak plain
What′s the use of
Spinning these stories
Can′t he find a better use
For the words he writes?

What lurks between the lines
And will I find it

What's the secret
What′s the riddle
What am I supposed to
Glean from all these words
Hold your breath
We're going deeper
Deeper than you′ve ever been
Aren't you curious?

What lurks between the lines
And will I find it

Then the Knight of the North
Knew fear for the first time
His doom upon him
As the King was revealed
In his wrath and full power
A consuming fire
Yet still he vows revenge
As he is cast from on high
From paradise
To Hell

Lucida lamina ut ipsud solare Lumen potensque suum scutum
Fert noster rex iustitiam in dextra manu et iram in oculis
Impellentem se semper.
Celeris ac flamma saliens et ferox ac rugiens ignis
Istum crudelem qui mortem nostrae patriae adducere voluit rex repellit
Proditur, olim intimus regis, olim potentissimus, iam metu tremit
Nam dominus iusta iracundia provehitur
Non diutius clangor vocis timorem in nos incutit
Hi cantus resonant frustra contra telum stabile
Tractum fortiore quam se ipse
Nunc dehiscit terra; vorat eum deiectum rege
Deiectus nunc voratur!
Cantate omnes! Victoriam reportatur!
Noster fortis dominus malum vicit et nihil prorsum timemus
Salva patria, liberi populi
Iustitia nostrum magnum decus, virtus nostrana
Et magnitudo noster sors!

(Bright his blade like the light of the very sun and mighty his shield
Our king carries justice in his right hand and wrath in his eyes,
Driving him ever onward.
Swift as a flame and fierce as roaring fire
The king drives back that cruel one who wanted to bring death to our land
The traitor, once the king′s close friend, once the most mighty, now trembles in fear
For his master advances in just wrath
No longer does the sound of his voice strike us with fear
His songs ring in vain against the unwavering weapon
Wielded by one more courageous than he himself
Now the earth gapes; it swallows him who was cast down by the king
Cast down, now he is swallowed up!
Sing, everyone! Victory is won!
Our courageous lord has conquered the evil one and we fear nothing at all
The land is safe, the people free
Justice our great pride, virtue our crown
And greatness our destiny!)