The Balance - Knight Area

Feared and outcast we stand, workers of magic

The keepers of the balance of life

Crafted in age old rituals keeping the earth

In delicate equilibrium

Watching in revulsion the oblivious crowd

Taking control of this world

Feeling replaced by theorem and laws of nature

Replaced by the nature of law

Heeding what your hallowed books command you

You abide by rules you believe divine

Masters of the black art of secrets of life

Versus the reason of man

Inventing machines of destruction

Believing it to be a sanctified gift from your gods

Spinning your wheels of fortune

Playing with powers you cannot comprehend

But when all cards have been played

And none remain you may be holding the fatal one

Heeding what your hallowed books command you

You abide by rules you believe divine

Heeding what your hallowed books command you

You’ll die on your knees before your shrine

Knowledge without wisdom is like a poisonous flower

That blossoms in spring

The ignorant who picks her, will pick only death

Taking innocent lives with him

Crafting your machines of war

The barrels of your cannons obscure the sky

Of a world in its final hour

Oh yeah

Proud of yourselves

All headed for destruction

Maimed misguided souls

Marching on towards the end

Hallowing the martyrs

Who right before them fell

Chanting names of gods

Who open up the gates

Of hell