Oh Holy Knight

Oh, holy night, the Harleys are brightly shining The Feast of The Seven Fishes lets a prospect prove his worth. Long lay the world in sin as the Knights remain pining Til Parrish appeared and moved Heaven and Earth. A thrill of hope, the weary Nomads rejoice. The Originals fall to their knees, oh hear the maker's voice! For the Satan's Knights, this Christmas will be anything but divine.