Battleroar

The face of a vampire That grins in the black It waits, In the castle cold The wings of a demon That glides in the air He looks out for blood, so beware Run, run for your life Flee from the black pits of hell Fight, fires alight Warlocks are casting

It's the end of the year nine hundred ninety nine For nobles and countrymen, peasants and lords The edge of oblivion draws near Medieval darkness, cradle of magic On through the night, the fears are growing No more tomorrow, a merciless ending Nowher

Now, that so many years have passed As a blank figure I stand, In front of my destiny's tale And I see a divine impaler, reaching for my soul's vein "Come my messiah I await thee for my time has come to finally meet my Swordbrother" A past full

The shaman dances around the fire The thought of blood becomes desire All is lost, out of my sight I start to tremble, from lust for fight Oh, inside my dreams, the things I've seen, they pull me within I'm calling Tyr, to come ashore To turn my voic