Since then he heard about the chest He's so wild, he can't get no rest A million diamonds blinding his eyes Brighter than fire but colder than ice Sweat
the highest goal The holy dragonpaths, flowing streams of energy The breath of life is in its veins, where the spirit's running free Dragonmen will bring
Scared up the raven yells in the cemetary darkness falls Smouldering fire bowls from eternity hell's usher howls Tonight Vault hears a fatal vow of the
A wrinkled gnome sat on the yard On this sailing vessel he was the guard He may brought safety or he may brought dread If he was treated well or if he
Faceless he was born, the kind without a speech Being invisible without a dream to reach A schoolboy second rate, a toady all the way He never fights
Fifty years ago with the world at war Hands bloodied, devastated Better believe they're back for more Pounding the world with a fits of steel Jack booted
Cries for one lost nation Reaching out against the wall Lies to generations Feeding minds that would not fall Danger for the free As they reach for the
[Foreign content] Tall and tan and young and lovely The girl from Ipanema goes walking And when she passes Each one she passes goes ah When she walks
Creation of the guardian, the force of dark and light Two souls to rule the elements to fight a constant fight One soul to save the light, one soul to
Come on, let's go Soul dead fools with their hands up high Spreading terror, the innocent die Throwing bombs, the intention to kill Soulless slaves,
one thinks of catastrophe Seductive voice of death is calling The fall of man is just plain to see The mighty reign of devastation Is raging wild alltrough
(Rolf Kasparek) Three days of darkness, eternal light Celestial sign swallows up the light A raging storm, Armaggeddon's here The enslaved's hope is the
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dynamite, my fuse is burning fast Like a fistful of dynamite, a bomb heading for your ass Like a fistful of dynamite, my fuse is running short Like a
Yeah, the howling wild wind blows, eternal freedom calls It's soul is running free from care It's spirit's wild and free flowing in the wind The taste
He was just a gentile man, it was his love to grind He didn't knew the fear, he never had to hide He loved the glance of metal and the smell of blood
The question that on man's mind, science the beginning of time is "Where do we come from, where do we go?" Well, let me tell you a story Which took place
Shrill screaming sirens are calling The branded victims to death A sacrifice to the Gods of iron Everybody is joining the mass The blinded multitude