typeracer

On a cold winter morning in a time before the light. In flames of death's eternal reign we ride towards the fight. When the darkness has fallen down and the times are tough all right. The sound of evil laughter falls around the world tonight. Fighting hard, fighting on for the steel, through the wastelands evermore. The scattered souls will feel the hell, bodies wasted on the shores. On the blackest plains in hell's domain we watch them as we go. In fire and pain and once again we know. So now we fly ever free. We're free before the thunderstorm. On towards the wilderness our quest carries on. Far beyond the sundown, far beyond the moonlight. Deep inside our hearts and all our souls.