Knights of Morroco

Sleepily in drowsy splendor 
THis night is adorned 
Across the starlit stage
The sounds of all the spheres

Descends in pleasant capture

The knights of long ago 
Would assign names to the pleiades
Across the scented scarlet night

Heated by the crusaders might

Caught up in a holy war

Captured in a trench of gallantry

Murdering the innocent and the 
supposed damned

Can the cost of a holy goblet

Be paid in foreign blood

The night is hailed and secured

To only reflect their dreams.