Far to the East, an army of evil is rising
Deathknights of Crail
Under the spell of sorcerer's twisted design
To darkness we hail
With their blades of black fire they enslave the land
Obeying their master's will
The force of their terror no mortal can stand
Knights of evil, kill
Long ago in the distant future, they were a force for the light
But now in the ancient times, they slaughter peasants by night
We are the Masters of the Galaxy
We're the Lords of Space Dundee
The destroyers of reality
On a quest for all eternity
We're the Masters of the Galaxy
We're the Lords of Space Dundee
The destroyers of reality
Knights of Evil, arise
Leading the charge is the mightiest scion of evil
Mighty indeed!
Proletius his name, grandmaster of death and decay
Worship or bleed!
In another dimension he fought for the king
And the glory of all Dundee
Now corrupted by darkness he kills everything
Mwah ha ha ha!
We are the Masters of the Galaxy
We're the Lords of Space Dundee
The destroyers of reality
On a quest that's never ending
We're the Masters of the Galaxy
We're the Lords of Space Dundee
The destroyers of reality
Knights of Evil, arise
Stabbed through the heart with the Knife of Evil, it infected his brain
Anti-Telharsic power now flowing through his veins
Grand Master Proletius! Dispatch your Knights of Evil to slaughter more peasants in Auchtermuchty!
As you command, Lord Zargothrax. Deathknights of Crail...TO BATTLE!
The Knife of Evil, thought Angus. One of the three powerful relics of the Ancient Starlords...the other two of course being the Hammer of Glory and the Vorpal Laserblaster of Pittenweem. As he mused on the cruel fate of his once-ally Proletius, a shadowy figure approached him.
If you seek to restore the Kingdom of Fife, whispered the mysterious figure, head north to the Land of Unicorns...you will find friends there. May the Hoots be with you. And with that, the figure disappeared.
This is truly a strange universe, Angus said to himself as he took the shadowy denizen's advice and headed north to Achnasheen. The armies of justice in Dunkeld, and now this messenger...all worshipping the Hootsman as a God. But that can't be...he died in the Neutronic Transnova detonation of Earth, surely?
Masters of the Galaxy Video (MV)
Performed By: Gloryhammer
Written by: BENJAMIN LASEY TURK, CHRISTOPHER BOWES, JAMES CARTWRIGHT, LASSE LAMMERT
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Far to the East, an army of evil is rising
Deathknights of Crail
Under the spell of sorcerer's twisted design
To darkness we hail
With their blades of black fire they enslave the land
Obeying their master's will
The force of their terror no mortal can stand
Knights of evil, kill
Long ago in the distant future, they were a force for the light
But now in the ancient times, they slaughter peasants by night
We are the Masters of the Galaxy
We're the Lords of Space Dundee
The destroyers of reality
On a quest for all eternity
We're the Masters of the Galaxy
We're the Lords of Space Dundee
The destroyers of reality
Knights of Evil, arise
Leading the charge is the mightiest scion of evil
Mighty indeed!
Proletius his name, grandmaster of death and decay
Worship or bleed!
In another dimension he fought for the king
And the glory of all Dundee
Now corrupted by darkness he kills everything
Mwah ha ha ha!
We are the Masters of the Galaxy
We're the Lords of Space Dundee
The destroyers of reality
On a quest that's never ending
We're the Masters of the Galaxy
We're the Lords of Space Dundee
The destroyers of reality
Knights of Evil, arise
Stabbed through the heart with the Knife of Evil, it infected his brain
Anti-Telharsic power now flowing through his veins
Grand Master Proletius! Dispatch your Knights of Evil to slaughter more peasants in Auchtermuchty!
As you command, Lord Zargothrax. Deathknights of Crail...TO BATTLE!
The Knife of Evil, thought Angus. One of the three powerful relics of the Ancient Starlords...the other two of course being the Hammer of Glory and the Vorpal Laserblaster of Pittenweem. As he mused on the cruel fate of his once-ally Proletius, a shadowy figure approached him.
If you seek to restore the Kingdom of Fife, whispered the mysterious figure, head north to the Land of Unicorns...you will find friends there. May the Hoots be with you. And with that, the figure disappeared.
This is truly a strange universe, Angus said to himself as he took the shadowy denizen's advice and headed north to Achnasheen. The armies of justice in Dunkeld, and now this messenger...all worshipping the Hootsman as a God. But that can't be...he died in the Neutronic Transnova detonation of Earth, surely?
Deathknights of Crail
Under the spell of sorcerer's twisted design
To darkness we hail
With their blades of black fire they enslave the land
Obeying their master's will
The force of their terror no mortal can stand
Knights of evil, kill
Long ago in the distant future, they were a force for the light
But now in the ancient times, they slaughter peasants by night
We are the Masters of the Galaxy
We're the Lords of Space Dundee
The destroyers of reality
On a quest for all eternity
We're the Masters of the Galaxy
We're the Lords of Space Dundee
The destroyers of reality
Knights of Evil, arise
Leading the charge is the mightiest scion of evil
Mighty indeed!
Proletius his name, grandmaster of death and decay
Worship or bleed!
In another dimension he fought for the king
And the glory of all Dundee
Now corrupted by darkness he kills everything
Mwah ha ha ha!
We are the Masters of the Galaxy
We're the Lords of Space Dundee
The destroyers of reality
On a quest that's never ending
We're the Masters of the Galaxy
We're the Lords of Space Dundee
The destroyers of reality
Knights of Evil, arise
Stabbed through the heart with the Knife of Evil, it infected his brain
Anti-Telharsic power now flowing through his veins
Grand Master Proletius! Dispatch your Knights of Evil to slaughter more peasants in Auchtermuchty!
As you command, Lord Zargothrax. Deathknights of Crail...TO BATTLE!
The Knife of Evil, thought Angus. One of the three powerful relics of the Ancient Starlords...the other two of course being the Hammer of Glory and the Vorpal Laserblaster of Pittenweem. As he mused on the cruel fate of his once-ally Proletius, a shadowy figure approached him.
If you seek to restore the Kingdom of Fife, whispered the mysterious figure, head north to the Land of Unicorns...you will find friends there. May the Hoots be with you. And with that, the figure disappeared.
This is truly a strange universe, Angus said to himself as he took the shadowy denizen's advice and headed north to Achnasheen. The armies of justice in Dunkeld, and now this messenger...all worshipping the Hootsman as a God. But that can't be...he died in the Neutronic Transnova detonation of Earth, surely?
Writer: BENJAMIN LASEY TURK, CHRISTOPHER BOWES, JAMES CARTWRIGHT, LASSE LAMMERT
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC