Testo di Warlord

Flashes of lightning Destroyin' the peace of the night On the horizon There are great flames shining bright He's armed, he's ready and willing To stand and fight 'till the end He's used to blood-shed and killing Black Death is his best friend Pain and torture, flames and slaughter The smell of blood everywhere Bleeding warriors, blood-stained armours Dying fighters When the Warlord's hot breath Burns the air He rules with terror Mercy's a word he does not know Wherever he stays The sands of time are running low His mother was a volcano She spat him out in a stormy night His father was the rolling thunder He taught him "Son, you're born to fight" Pain and torture.....