Verse I – The Black Knights
Come and listen all of you who beg to hear the tale of the
Black Knights of Achadon. They who ride on the winds of night
And march from the dark gates of Balur’s castle.
They are the cursed souls, vengeance risen;
Mighty is their hand and great is their power.
Their coming is a wondrous tale for all who listen.
Four knights there are;
One of violet flame, who whips the souls of the damned
One of dark water, as silent as the grave
One who wields a shield of flesh and a hammer of bone
And the lord of shadow, who rides a steed of starry night.
How these knights came to be is a tale of old.
That after the purge of Herandite, the men and women
Were cursed by the god king Lantanos, the Scepter of Light
and forced into the underworld, flayed into submission.
Their only hope of freedom was to be purified and saved
The very rape of their souls.
Oh, woe the people of Herandite, who suffer for all of eternity!
Their wails could be heard on the wind
after the sun had set and the moon became dark and new.
Upon their doom, the cursed souls prayed
to the enemy of Lantanos, the god king Balur, Trident of the Abyss.
“We call upon the blackened master of Achadon. We pledge our eternal
Souls unto him so that we may yet keep from the grasp of light.”
And so Balur cast his darkness down and claimed the souls,
And in return they would become his wrath. In Balur’s
Battle against the enemy, he would need an army.
Thus, it was he, Master Balur, who raised from the damned
the four most powerful wretched souls he could find.
These four, who swore unto him allegiance,
became the four black knights of Achadon,
Protectors of the Abyss, Heroes of the Damned, the Fists of Balur.
They who wield the power to command
the damned souls of their brethren in the afterlife.
Know their countenance and beware o’ servants of Lantanos!
None know their true names
Only Balur holds their identities,
Hidden beneath his tongue.
People of Achadon need not fear
Keep Lantanos from your heart
and rejoice when your saviors appear!
Pyra, Slaver of Souls
Lacrimitus, The Silencer
Gravidier, Flayer of Flesh
And Noal, the Lord of Shadows.
This is the tale of the Black Knights
And how they came to be named so. Let us rejoice
And pray that one day we may
Live without fear for the Golden Master yet breathes
And commands his army onward.
Hail the Blackened King of Achadon!
Hail the Cursed Knights of Balur
Hail to the Army of the Dead!