Old Savage lyrics

Huddled before a dim fire Long white hair, knotted with bones The open plains stretch in all directions He cannot remain in one place for too long Prison works its way to his heart He stirs from a fitful slumber The moon turns red The fire begins to grow He joins the fray Battle calls the old savage The fire begins to grow He outlives them all His body creaks but still he fights He's a warrior born Three score years of bloodshed He lost count of how many he's taken The battle lust is always there The moon turns red The fire begins to grow He joins the fray Battle calls the old savage The fire begins to grow He outlives them all His body creaks but still he fights He's a warrior born The battle lust is always there