Morbid Scream

A barbaric land where the sword is the law
And killing is the way of life
An infernal wasteland and down a barren plain;
A warrior stands the test of fate
His face is cracked from the wicked hands of time
And scars from war have past
Taking the reins from a shadowy steed
I shall kill the foyus at it's layer!

Morbid Scream!

Skulls and bones lie relics in the sand;
Remembrance of men that came before
The ground is scorched from the dragon's breath
And corpses burned to stench and ash
I awake in fury when the dragon attacks;
Advancing in anger - spitting fire
Our barbarous laws, my thundering axe
Yet we'll fight the beast to it's death!