The wind is made of thunder
The dark is made of dreams
The wizards ride the hills tonight
Doing battle with electric screams
And against a spear of lightning
A figure rides the stars
His steed a dragon red and gold
His weapon a black guitar
My fingers played like hellfire
As I played the killing chord
The dragon screams and falls from sky
As if pierced by magic sword
But it's rider find a stabbing note
Before they crash to flame
I am caught in a mighty storm of devils in my brain
Warriors of the dark
[Repeat]
1 | Drink The Blood Of The Priest |
2 | Skullfucker |
3 | Black Death |
4 | Into Battle |
5 | Dark Rider |
6 | Helms Deep |
7 | Fly High |
8 | Children Of The Nova Dawn |
9 | Ghost Story |
10 | Metallic Fury |