the hills Be not afraid your sacrifice is not in vain The God's reward for dying with your sword in hand Roaring fires, strumming lyrics Clean the blood
[Outro]
the Agean Sea Squads of death prowl the land Killing in silence, killing by hand Cloaked in darkness, masters of stealth They lust for your blood Not
Don't walk the cold and ruthless streets They drain the life from all they meet The servants crying underground Smelling mortal blood like hounds As you
As they're lunging for the kill Their riches will be ours Take no prisoners Leave no man alive For the ransacking awaits The decks awash with blood
A sacred pact signed in blood, two allies strong in war To the death they will defend if an enemy comes forth Corruption rears its ugly head, feed a traitors
Lord of the storm rides in the eye, eye of the hurricane Lord of the storm rides in the eye, in the eye of Hell Rider on the night and ruler of the damned
Night marauders lay waste to the land Honorless battle, consuming the dead Collecting bodies to consume Keep the engine burning hot, apocalyptic war machine
In the year four thousand fifty five, Wykydtron came to life Born of a scientific design to serve all human kind Artificial intelligence bred for future
Hark! A scout has reached the gate, brining news of war In a fortnight they'll be here, legions of the nameless fear Our king he cannot lead, our king
of Hell To deal his wrath Swordmaster, bounty hunter for the damned Stand and Fight - Kill or Die His blade is gleaming and from it blood is streaming
in blood With their heads they will pay the price Spill blood On their trail we hunt them tirelessly Spill blood Bloodshed eases their loss Spill their blood
the world to see Traitor, liar, thief - all will be revealed Millions caught in rapture torn inside with fear Eat the flesh and drink the blood Slave
When it's cold and the ice grips your skin Few can stomach how harsh it is In the woods lurks a great old one Who can scare the flesh right off your bones
Kiss the sand, praising the dry land he has found Everywhere on the shore there's treasure all around Bury deep the horded loot far down below No man
Out of the fog comes a huddles shape Cloaked head to toe in crimson flowing robes It hunts, kills, eats Unseen in sickening mists of night, some evil
On shadowed roads we run, for secrets London holds New Cross to Camden Town, with metal force we rage In Paradise we clash, you will perish Our ambition
[S.T.R.E.E.T.S. cover]
