Teksty:
Sword The Warp Riders

A strange voice within his mind from the calling orb in his hands. Spoke of the properties of certain herbs, growing wild all across this land. Three

make a fold in space and slip between the curves Sacrifice of the sisterhood to do for those they serve To cross a universe in hyper-spatial flight We ride the warp

[Instrumental] "Upon the forsaken world of Acheron, the Archer is exiled from his tribe. In his solitary wanderings, he makes a singular discovery within

[Instrumental] "Amid the lifeless crags of distant Leeth, Astrea slumbers through lost aeons, while great forces converge upon Acheron. Her awakening

Far across the gulf of time he watches all unfold The cursed day draws ever nearer as he has foretold The bearer of the orb awaits the sacred key Into

A strange voice within his mind from the glowing orb in his hand spoke of the properties of certain herbs growing wild all across this land Three witches

To make a fold in space and slip between the curves Sacrifice of the sisterhood to do for those they serve To cross a universe in hyper-spatial flight We ride the warp