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A barbaric land where the sword is the law, and killing is the way of life. |
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An infernal wasteland and down a barren plain; |
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A warrior stands the test of fate. |
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His face is cracked from the wicked hands of time, and scars from war have past, |
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Taking the reins from a shadowy steed, |
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I shall kill the foyus at it's layer! [Chorus x 2] |
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MORBID SCR |
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EAM! |
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Skulls and bones lie relics in the sand; |
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Remembrance of men that came before. |
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The ground is scorched from the dragon's breath, and corpses burned to stench and ash. |
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I awake in fury when the dragon attacks; |
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Advancing in anger - spitting fire. |
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Our barbarous laws, my thundering axe, yet we'll fight the beast to it's death! [Repeat Chorus x 2] [Lead: Shaftiel] [Repeat Chorus x 2] [Repeat 1st Verse] [Repeat Chorus x 2] [MARTA/MARCH, 1988] |
