Raised as nobles, learned the skills of the fight Trained in magic, and divine second sight Preacher warriors, riding hard to the east Thirsty broadswords for the neck of the beast.
Years of searching, through arcane texts of old Gave them insight and these powers they hold One desire, to ascend their own state Rising higher, to be held down by fate.
War hardened stallions they ride Fire and steel by their side Swords make the rules as they sing Red Skies they scream out their name
Lands have fallen, kingdoms plunged in the black No contender matched their vicious attack Their desire to be equal to gods Brought the fire, only nemesis holdsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
