In the Temple the knight kept his guard,
though this task was very hard.
He could hear the voices from the deep,
like the songs of a funeral dream.
The sirens cast their net with pride,
trying to seduce the noble knight;
there he kept to the painted walls,
never letting his voice be stalled.
Over time there was a toll
on the knights eternal soul.
He dallied with the temptations long,
listening to the evil song.
Yet there he stood without a care
in the dark where no one dared,
keeping long to the vigil's call,
the knight was not seduced to fall.
The Temple is lit over long
with the fire of the song,
the song that issues through the night
to the souls that never die.