The Last Grandmaster Lyrics

"Curse you King Philip and Pope Clement the Fifth
Let evil swiftly befall those who have wrongly condemned us
Summon them before God
'Cause God will avenge us"

The last grandmaster, tied to a pole on a flaming pile of fire
He keeps his courage while his flesh scorns of his bones
With his last breath he raises his voice and curses the traitors
Death to the king and their saviors

Fought a thousands of battles for them in the holy lands
Now thrown upon a pile of fire
The king, the pope, the traitors

Here I stand surrounded by the flame
A cheering crowd dishonors my name
Remember my name
The last grandmaster's fame!
Now take me agonizing pain!
Agonizing pain!

The grandmaster's death will not be in vain
Gather around templars and saints
We'll reform the sacred order and replenish our name
We'll come for the pope and the king

I sense a crimson blood red sky

The blood of kings will spill tonight
With fear in his eyes, he says goodbye to the ending life