[Gers / Harris]. . Let me tell you a story to chill the bones. About a thing that I saw. One night wandering in the everglades. I'd one drink but no more.
When the men fall to the ground. Their rebel parts begin to pound. The brothers of the ancient clan. Servants of the sacred land. At dusk they will raise their swords.
Riding through places where eagles fly. Through the valleys seeking for our destiny. The path of glory lies across the northern sky. Into the kingdom of the evil majesty.
To the sound of shotgun fire. he rides into the horizon and disappears. like a ghost in the night. like a shadow without a place to find some peace. .
Riding through the ashes. Of many broken swords. Lord of thunder. Take them higher. The resurrection of the evil majesty. Flying on winds of fire. Through the holy land.
In times of darkness. In times of war. The warriors will ride like never before. In search to conquer. The unholy light. The sound of thunder. Will bring us to fight.
You've got to look deep inside. and let your inner demons out. Don't be afraid of what you see. in the mirror of your soul. . The only dream I've ever known.
Waiting in the darkness. Waiting for your soul. Time to pay the price. The price of blood. Don't try to hide away. cause the only place to stay. is deep down in the dirt.
Commanded to fight. And defend the light. Against the unknown. We stand alone. Some will die. And some will cry. We will return. Prevent or burn. Stranding strong.
Breaking down the Earth. No chance for rebirth. Everyone will die. even you and I. . I won't be a slave. who's digging his own grave. like all the others.