Warriors Of Modern Death Lyrics - Emperor

All raised 

To be men 

Given image and path 

Supreme 

Idolised warriors 

Bright steel 

Burning rage 

Never too late to try 

Stand tall 

Never plead 

Live and let die 

I see the spirit 

Of those ancestors 

And reconsider the faith 

A primitive sword 

Can not win my war 

Cold fury 

Flaring eyes 

Calculated verbal gun 

My pride 

Justified 

Spiritual steel shines bright 

Beyond the sun 

The pride of the warrior 

Is far from dead 

The colours of death 

Are still black and red 

Though modernised 

Blood wil be shed