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The Knight Of The North (Live At RoSFest) OFFICIAL

From Glass Hammer Double Live Music: Steve Babb & Fred Schendel Lyrics Steve Babb Carl Groves, Susie Bogdanowicz, Aaron Raulston, Fred Schendel, Kamran Alan Shikoh and Steve Babb 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