Coming through the night 
I am carried by the wind 
Mansion in my sight 
I‘m the redeemer of the sin 

He met me by the door 
Praying for the dead 
Remembering the war 
And how I always walked ahead 

Son, cry for Jerusalem 
Where the order raised their Steel 
To fight the hordes of men 
And to claim back every hill 

I walk the night alone 
Unholy friend of fear 
My flute is made of bone 
The sound is cold and clear 

A whisper in the dark 
My hand will never fail 
You will know my mark 
Silence will prevail 

King of the DeadÂ…