worrior

a tale of battle and blood

warrior

flames burn high

the roar is heard

the men are dying

and hearts grow cold

voices rasp

and clothing torn

the men grow bold

and are reborn

the light creeps high

the sun stands still

the time is now

the time to kill

the days fly bye

they loose there thrill





now the men stand

all alone

they've lost there lives

and lost there homes

dragons blaze and banners fall

all around the dead do crawl

the war is over

for them all

all thats left

is there mournfull call