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. 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. So far away, we wait for the day. For the lives, all so wasted and gone. We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days, through the fire and the flames, we carry on! As the red day is dawning and the lightning cracks the sky, they'll raise their hands to the heavens above, with resentment in their eyes. Running back through the mid-morning light, there's a burning in my heart. We're banished from a time in a fallen land, to a life beyond the stars. In your darkest dreams, see to believe pur destiny this time, and endlessly we'll all be free tonight. And on the wings of a dream, so far beyond reality, all alone in desperation, now the time has gone. Lost inside you'll never find, lost within my own mind. Day after day, this misery must go on. So far away, we wait for the day. For the lives, all so wasted and gone. We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days, through the fire and the flames, we carry on! Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh. Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh. Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh. Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh. Now, here we stand with their blood on our hands. We fought so hard now, can we understand? I'll break the seal of this curse if I possibly can, for freedom of every man. So far away, we wait for the day. For the lives, all so wasted and gone. We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days, through the fire and the flames, we carry on!