The sound of hooves coming towards you - Crack the dead of night A mythical beast that rides on smoke and fire - Lightning rips the sky A horn made of Steel its head encased in armor - None can saddle the beast It Gallops through the woods, constantly keeps searching for the souls on which it feeds
In centuries of old the stories were told of a Black Steed whos horn could forge the steel But to claim this prize the warrior must quest, through the forest of the dead THROUGH THE FOREST OF THE DEAD
Jet black beard shimmers like black fire - it burns an endless flame Hooves as sharp as razors cut into the night- Lacerate flesh from bone The ground on which it walks diminishes and rots beneath its feet - Plague, death and decay If it were struck down the magma starts to pour out to forge the sacred steel
In centuries of old the stories were told of a Black Steed whos horn could forge the steel But to claim this prize the warrior must quest, through the forest of the dead THROUGH THE FOREST OF THE DEADTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
