He holds the rank of commander, bloodied fist to the sky Aiming his power like a gun, he cries Smashing down the enemy death blows fell like rain To ris above the screaming hordes and chase the invaders back to hell again
With the iron fist of justice pounding on his side He smites the blow that lays them low and finally turns the tide Penance for his past sins, a prowler in the night Revenge on the flesh of those who died an army of one prepared to show their might.
One he strikes he can't hold back the blood biols in his veins His steel shines bright and then he attacks, again and again and again Avenging angels arms with truth enforcing his commands Swords and shields and battlefields and frenzied hellions shrieking like the damned.
Feel the thunder shake you bones, crack the bloody sky Listen to their dying moans, none are left alive Smashing down the enemy death blows fell like rain To rie above the screaming hordes and chase the invaders back to hell againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
