The wind is moaning through the trees and the sorceress on her knees Sacrifice in the grove tonight
The legions are on their way and the Romans they must pay Sorcery to crush their might
In a world not our own a king lolls on his throne And faint, he hears the call From a book of ancient spells The sorceress calls up hells Where the lakes of blood run down like water falls
Demon come forth Manifest rune Thorn
Thorn the vampire, Thorn the man Thorn the king from the dying land
Today all in the arena will die except you chosen one He who holds the sword of Spartacus Prince of the Erin Isle brother of the sorceress Armed with the sword by dead heroes blessed
Blood Bath In The Arena Gladiators and spectators die Blood Bath In The Arena Death on wings will fly Blood Bath In The ArenaThorn rides and the vampire horse will feast It is the price for saving the Erin prince From the death the Ceasar has decreed
The magick charged blade the old druid had bade be delivered to the prince The Ceasar will not deny the last request in his eye of the doomed prince The blade will not mark the prince, Thron he will sense The magick encased within All others they will fall in the stone encased walls The arena their tomb sealed
He mounts the Vampire horse aerial borneupon his course
Thorn the vampire, Thorn the king A song of slaughter his blade will sing
Today all in the arena will die except you chosen one, he who holds the sword of Spartacus Prince of the Erin Isle brother of the sorceress Armed with the sword by dead heroes blessed
Blood Bath In The Arena Gladiators and spectators die Blood Bath In The Arena Death on wings will fly Blood Bath In The Arena Thorn rides the great winged beast Tonight Thorn and the vampire horse will feast On Roman flesh and blood
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Today all in the arena will die except you chosen one he who holds the sword of Spartacus Prince of the Erin Isle brother of the sorceress Armed with the sword by dead heroes blessed
Blood Bath In The Arena Gladiators and spectators die Blood Bath In The Arena Death on wings will fly Blood Bath In The Arena Thorn rides the great winged beast Tonight Thorn and the vampire horse will feast On Roman flesh and blood All that was left was a mountain of skullsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
