The Knight of the North

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

(choir: lyrics by Stephanie Rumpza)

Lucida lamina ut ipsud solare Lumen potensque suum scutum

Fert noster rex iustitiam in dextra manu et iram in oculis

Impellentem se semper.

Celeris ac flamma saliens et ferox ac rugiens ignis

Istum crudelem qui mortem nostrae patriae adducere voluit rex repellit

Proditur, olim intimus regis, olim potentissimus, iam metu tremit

Nam dominus iusta iracundia provehitur

Non diutius clangor vocis timorem in nos incutit

Hi cantus resonant frustra contra telum stabile

Tractum fortiore quam se ipse

Nunc dehiscit terra; vorat eum deiectum rege

Deiectus nunc voratur!

Cantate omnes! Victoriam reportatur!

Noster fortis dominus malum vicit et nihil prorsum timemus

Salva patria, liberi populi

Iustitia nostrum magnum decus, virtus nostra corona

Et magnitudo noster sors!

(Bright his blade like the light of the very sun and mighty his shield

Our king carries justice in his right hand and wrath in his eyes,

Driving him ever onward.

Swift as a flame and fierce as roaring fire

The king drives back that cruel one who wanted to bring death to our land

The traitor, once the king's close friend, once the most mighty, now trembles in fear

For his master advances in just wrath

No longer does the sound of his voice strike us with fear

His songs ring in vain against the unwavering weapon

Wielded by one more courageous than he himself

Now the earth gapes; it swallows him who was cast down by the king

Cast down, now he is swallowed up!

Sing, everyone! Victory is won!

Our courageous lord has conquered the evil one and we fear nothing at all

The land is safe, the people free

Justice our great pride, virtue our crown

And greatness our destiny!)