Warlord - Stormwitch

Flashes of lightning

Destroyin' the peace of the night

On the horizon

There are great flames shining bright

He’s armed, he’s ready and willing

To stand and fight 'till the end

He’s used to blood-shed and killing

Black Death is his best friend

Pain and torture, flames and slaughter

The smell of blood everywhere

Bleeding warriors, blood-stained armours

Dying fighters

When the Warlord’s hot breath

Burns the air

He rules with terror

Mercy’s a word he does not know

Wherever he stays

The sands of time are running low

His mother was a volcano

She spat him out in a stormy night

His father was the rolling thunder

He taught him

«Son, you’re born to fight»

Pain and torture…