[1st verse]
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 scream!
[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]