Warlord

<br>Flashes of lightning<br>Destroyin` the peace of the night<br>On the horizon<br>There are great flames shining bright<br><br>He`s armed, he`s ready and willing<br>To stand and fight `till the end<br>He`s used to blood-shed and killing<br>Black Death is his best friend<br><br>Pain and torture, flames and slaughter<br>The smell of blood everywhere<br>Bleeding warriors, blood-stained armours<br>Dying fighters<br>When the Warlord`s hot breath<br>Burns the air<br><br>He rules with terror<br>Mercy`s a word he does not know<br>Wherever he stays<br>The sands of time are running low<br><br>His mother was a volcano<br>She spat him out in a stormy night<br>His father was the rolling thunder<br>He taught him<br>&quot;Son, you`re born to fight&quot;<br><br>Pain and torture.....