paroles de chanson The Nightwatch - Nightfall

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