There used to be a knight
His armor shines in the light
His sword sharp as fear
His soul filled with hatred and drear.
They give the marauder names
Like the dementor of dreams
And the killer of queens
But his legacy lay in the flame.
So he rides in the night
From Arthamor to Farendal
His name reeks the land
He abandon's villages
And leaves the fire to expand.
His face never seen
But only in fire his eyes gleam
So the knight of black marsh they say
Lay to the land death and decay.