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.....