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.