Called, called, down from the mountain Throne of the flaming temple, Our secret agent orange, Born and bred for battle
Down through the woods and up from the caves The villagers he passes are now our slaves He's true to the disciples of the firethrone To join with our horde where his wrath is sewn
Ascend from the underworld And rise up with the great Volcano A fire giant on the horizon So stand up and be counted Amongst the winds of the red tornado A fire giant on the horizon!
He is beckoning us He is beckoning us He is beckoning us The red hordes
To go forth into warfare, With burning shields and golden swords
Ascend, rise up, defend, shed blood With the fire giant on the horizon!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
