STRIKES FROM THE SERENE SKY
NOISELESS FROM THE PEACEFUL SKY
SLOWLY TRANSFORMS FROM THE CLOUDS
SOFTLY STARTS THE RAIN TO FALL
A BOLT FROM THE BLUE
ON A HORDE TO THE GROUND
FEARFUL FACES
AT THE END OF A WAY
CANNON TAKES HIS PRIDE THE FATAL ARROWHEAD
LIKE IRON FINGERS IN THE NECK
CRUSHING RUGA’S SPINE RIGHT AWAY HIS SOUL
THE BEFUDDLED HEAD, OF THE MADMEN
DISMOUNTS EASILY FROM HIS ADIPOSE BODY
RESULT THROW AT HIS NATION
RIDING THROUGH THE FLAMES TO SAVE THE LIVING
AND THE GOLD OF THE DEAD, THE GOLD WAS COLD
PLAIN GOLD DOESN’T MEAN GLORY FOR
A TRUE WARRIOR A TRUE WARRIOR PLAIN GOLD DOESN’T MEAN GLORY FOR
A TRUE WARRIOR A TRUE WARRIOR PLAIN GOLD DOESN’T MEAN GLORY FOR
LIKE DOGS BROKEN LOOSE
PRANCING IN THE STABLE
LIKE A RAZOR OVER EUROPE
THE SHADOW OF FLASHING TEETH,
AGES OF STORM COMING, BEHIND THE VEIL OF WORLDS
FIRE TATTERS THE VEIL, LACERATES SUDDENLY
WIND SLASHES THE VEIL, RENDING SLOWLY
DECAY DEVOURS THE VEIL, CRUMBLING INTO DUST
THE SHADOW OF FLASHING TEETH
THE SHADOW OF FLASHING TEETH
THE SHADOW OF FLASHING TEETH
LIKE KNIFE TORTURE HIS VEINS |
