Valiant
Demons shriek one thousand
A gateway between our two worlds
We leave the swirling spires behind us
With valor, courage and song
Tis no realm of fairie, these men are going to die
We must weild the sickle and never flench
If we're to see the realms majesty again
Mother of three monsters
Shadows of the hell hound
Spur your steeds to the utmost
It's a nine days ride
To the river of blood
Silent is the dismel realm
Grandfather, could that be you?
You've left the mound, you've walked the mists
Rejoice, the sunders of the mend
Your tongue is not steel, but yet it cuts
Culled the witching circles snare
Greetings, the dead queen speaks
Greetings, and welcome to hell
I speak with the tongue of the storm
My challenge, no quarter is asked
Vanity, test me
Your touch means aging and death
Gauntlet of iron
Meet the hand of glory
Your oceans will boil, your green fields burn
My face, agony beyond belief
Kiss the hem of my cape slave
Every whim, body and soul
I know hels secrets
Your flesh will rot with mine
The match is yours, the bargain stands
Prepare the should for departure
Toothgnasher, toothgrinder
Pull for the stars
The war has been costly
Weep for your children, your fathers, your mates
We'll sing the songs of your triumphs
In the mead halls of the golden realm
A gateway between our two worlds
We leave the swirling spires behind us
With valor, courage and song
Tis no realm of fairie, these men are going to die
We must weild the sickle and never flench
If we're to see the realms majesty again
Mother of three monsters
Shadows of the hell hound
Spur your steeds to the utmost
It's a nine days ride
To the river of blood
Silent is the dismel realm
Grandfather, could that be you?
You've left the mound, you've walked the mists
Rejoice, the sunders of the mend
Your tongue is not steel, but yet it cuts
Culled the witching circles snare
Greetings, the dead queen speaks
Greetings, and welcome to hell
I speak with the tongue of the storm
My challenge, no quarter is asked
Vanity, test me
Your touch means aging and death
Gauntlet of iron
Meet the hand of glory
Your oceans will boil, your green fields burn
My face, agony beyond belief
Kiss the hem of my cape slave
Every whim, body and soul
I know hels secrets
Your flesh will rot with mine
The match is yours, the bargain stands
Prepare the should for departure
Toothgnasher, toothgrinder
Pull for the stars
The war has been costly
Weep for your children, your fathers, your mates
We'll sing the songs of your triumphs
In the mead halls of the golden realm
Credits
Writer(s): Race Of Devils
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