Lyrics

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! Morbid Scream! 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!