Riding out of the midnight sun
Knights of ages past have come
To slay the evil things breeding anew
And give rise to a new era too

Their spectral swords sing in the air
Destroying the vileness that is there
And the swaying fields are swept with death
'Till the killing ends at the King's behest 

For He is the one who called the Knights
Summoned them by His royal rights
As ruler of the infested land
He called them with magic crown in hand

And when the Knights have completed the task
They have but one price to ask
That the King swear an oath to become a member
One of the Knights Midnight Sun December.

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