Warlot کے بول

Born in fire and ice Pure of heart, mind and soul I crush the walls of ignorance Never to betray my heritage You can kill my body But my ravishing moral i'll keep for myself Warlot I seek none but my own bliss Grasped through the paragons i choose Self-righteousness one can say But in the end you have to choose your own way None stand before me None can mock my ways I quench my thirst through my own artistry Memories - Fields of gold Life - Shades of grey Walls- Built to punish Pride - Never imprisoned All is all - In the middle earth That is where - I've laid my peace