Ghost Town - Grailknights

Haunted and lost — abandoned they are

Down in the abyss in a kingdom so far

Creatures of light — ignominious and pale

Born in a wasteland and longing for the grail

We’re galloping fast over mountains and plains

We’re facing the evil till nothing remains

We’re the seekers of truth

We’re the rangers of light

On white horses — under sweltering skies

Where the cold winds blow in the hot desert sun

Where the grimace of the moon will glaring come undone

Where ghouls in shrouds crucify the living dead

Call to arms — the target is ahead

We’re riding through ghost town

We’re hunting the dead

On the verge of our lunacy

The trails of the mad

We’re conquering ghost town

We’re guarding the weak

At the gates of insanity

We’re riding to free

Dressed in dark shadows

Surrounded by ghouls

Men — gun down the bastards

Let’s see who’s bulletproofed

Their foul bodies shake as we unleash our rage

This play will be over when they’ve all left the stage

You wanna see more of flesh, blood and gore

Then it’s up to you — to shout for encore

Where the cold winds blow in the hot desert sun

Where the grimace of the moon will glaring come undone

Where ghouls in shrouds crucify the living dead

Call to arms — the target is ahead

We’re riding through ghost town

We’re hunting the dead

On the verge of our lunacy

The trails of the mad

We’re conquering ghost town

We’re guarding the weak

At the gates of insanity

We’re riding to free