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Because of a treason to the king

he had been benished from the realm,

Lost Morroch, his horse,

and his armor had been destroyed.

His sword was perished to dust,

his honor was trashed into ashes.

Revolted by ignorance he terrified the villages,

stolen the citizen's gold to feed all his rage.

But honor and fidelity were still pierced in heart,

virtue didn't allow that he remained in the dark side.

And felt the heart that spoke "go, help them!"

even if they don't want your sacrifice.

He went to a quest for a sage that knew all things.

Getting there he told regret to the wise,

so the shadow armor he obtained

and was this way baptized as the Black Knight.

Return to the kingdom to carry on,

this is the fight,

look at my hands.

Return to the kingdon to carry on,

the sword of power is mine,

it's time to come back. (x2)

For each battle that was lost on the field

he appeared to help the king's batallions,

many times was congratulated in raised voices

but his presence was faulty.

He deep in the dark,

hidden in woods,

hearing beyond and no one suspects,

lasts in guilt and regret.

So the they arrived,

the day that the king claimed his name.

Open gates, come back.

You are the one

stand for recall.

There lies no other night around the field,

that had the might for us all.

So he search the sage to ask the old man

if he could get back and let the shadows far behind.

"Betrayal they forgive but they won't forget,

damned in black you will be for all the time"

Return to the kingdom to carry on,

this is the fight,

look at my hands.

Return to the kingdon to carry on,

the sword of power is mine,

it's time to come back.