Songtext von The Nightwatch

The guards of rules, so dire / Never scorned, never tired Flames come out of guns / Knives mark their lands Stare the skies and pray your lord / Let us do the sneaky work The arm of law is strong and bold / In the name of noble oath God forgive them all, it is their thirst for striking mesmerizing gold Hail to the Nightwatch Honored to secure the rights in life / Faith, astounding, atrocious siren in white Oath, the epitome of spiritual life / Loathe the symptom of grime Glorious arms, shine so great / Power's taste defines their fate The sun seems below their seats / Dramatic looks, resembling kings Prepare your gear the worst to meet / In darkness lurks the evil deed With dignity and pure beliefs / The Nightwatch created its myth