A barbaric land where the sword is the law, and killing is the way of life. 
An infernal wasteland and down a barren plain; 
A warrior stands the test of fate. 
His face is cracked from the wicked hands of time, and scars from war have past, 
Taking the reins from a shadowy steed, 
I shall kill the foyus at it's layer! [Chorus x 2] 
MORBID SCR
EAM! [2nd Verse] 
Skulls and bones lie relics in the sand; 
Remembrance of men that came before. 
The ground is scorched from the dragon's breath, and corpses burned to stench and ash. 
I awake in fury when the dragon attacks; 
Advancing in anger - spitting fire. 
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]