Loin cloth, Warp blades,

Recognized, like the jack of spades.

Flipped knees, Hooved feet,

Don't understand how they eat.

They go a shootin' like the feet on hot tar,

Cuz every man knows 'bout the Dark Templar.



No mouth, Fingers big,

Features that the marines all dig.

Lizard skin, Bent Light,

They'll slice you open in the heart of the fight.

They go a shootin' like the feet on hot tar,

Cuz every man knows 'bout the Dark Templar.



Dark Eyes, Dark face

They got Arbiters at their homebase

Archons, No Skills,

Lookin' round, lookin' for thrills

They go a shootin' like the feet on hot tar,

Cuz every man knows 'bout the Dark Templar.