Tragic was the memory A sacrifice of broken dreams It turned the sky a fiery red And dropped this curse onto my head For forty days and forty nights
Takes a life-time of battle To wipe down this slate But it don't really matter I'm a soldier of fate Takes a life-time of pure desire A passionate saint
Outside this flamin' ring of fire There's nothing left for me to lose I shoot to kill if I desire I walk away if I so choose 4,000 filthy stinkin' liars
All I want is the best for myself. Triumph over tragedy. The overwhelming power of death is there just to inspire. Translation, life is different ways
now. The prophecy foretold. [MacDuff] The tyrant's reign is at an end, Malcolm is king All serve his name. Our solemn king. Fate triumphs this day!
steel I take no charge in taking blood Into the night I will ride upon my horse Into the night I will strike The triumph Of Steel I'm fighting and using my steel The triumph
Black candles, slowly burning, white fangs and flashing eyes Hell's wind and incantations summon living fire Darkest forces and your demon's black order
Lord of battle I pray on bended knee Conquest by the rising sun I'll wait for thy command with flame and blood at hand Glory and a broken sword I'm the
Demon's blood and dragon's fire Falling on my wings Racing to the battle in the sky Ancient Gods are calling me I hear them when they sing Of all the
We have come from the ashes Of the burning away Pouring blood in the fire On the altar of pain Led into temptation Now the black Gods align Here there
Powers of nature, storm and typhoon Wind and cyclone, tornado, storm tide Surprise attack Triumph at dawn When the world is still asleep Triumph at
primeval god finally returns comes a sound of triumph I hear his voice a dawn of evil prayer a raise of million hands revelation of our dreams I open
hell, infernal beings of blasphemy Bring damnation to earth, misanthropic sorcery Hell's triumph, hell's triumph, hell's triumph, hell's triumph In
I raise my sword to the sky Tonight, the virgin shall die As the steel opens her skin The vision is clear, evil shall win Their holy cries fades in the
The triumph of a heart that gives all, that gives all The triumph of a heart that gives all, that gives all The triumph of a heart that gives all, that
something I'm glad to find the old king that rules alone and keeps the power in his hands. I know we reach the triumph, I'm sure we can surprise you
No more chant your old rhymes about old Robin Hood His feats I do little admire I'll sing the achievements of General Ludd Now the hero of Nottingham
their auras for his strength to gain, nor did he feel for the souls he drained In hysteria screaming...Triumph oh glorious state of mind With the silent