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
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