Warlord — текст песни (Stormwitch)

Flashes of lightning
Destroyin` the peace of the night
On the horizon
There are great flames shining bright

He`s armed, he`s ready and willing
To stand and fight `till the end
He`s used to blood-shed and killing
Black Death is his best friend

Pain and torture, flames and slaughter
The smell of blood everywhere
Bleeding warriors, blood-stained armours
Dying fighters
When the Warlord`s hot breath
Burns the air

He rules with terror
Mercy`s a word he does not know
Wherever he stays
The sands of time are running low

His mother was a volcano
She spat him out in a stormy night
His father was the rolling thunder
He taught him
"Son, you`re born to fight"

Pain and torture.....