Ostara - Proud Black Templar lyrics

The Knight: The world I love is the world I lost Broken, plundered and wasted The memory burnt From the Soil and the Sun A black epitaph of the ages The Rose: The world you curse Is the one I love The Virgin a who*e In the Garden Crowned upon the Earth's ordure I bear no wounds And I bring no cure The Cross: Pain is where this world begins And pain is the heart of all endings Every pilgrim that bears This burden of truth Only the few have learnt to lose The Knight of the Rosy Cross: I curse the Father And I scourge the Son I burn down the Holy of Holies The One in Three And the Three in None The march of the proud Black Templar