Medieval

Medieval

Clashing days have just began
Struggle from very far is heard
No one is safe my dear friend
Forwards and backwards, I know how it ends
(highway to your skull)

This misery of life is always the same
Foolish excuse to the world get insane
The tension point will finally break
Then horrified you will finally awake
(highway to your skull)

A dozen of dragons spit the fire fiercely
Drop from the skies their eggs with accuracy
The world watch astonished at your cruelty
While children crying, dying under tyrany
(highway to your skull)

Kill for nothing, die in vain
The cycle is turning again and again
Like on the dark ages, a mercenary crusade
Against a rough enemy you point your blade
You point your blade, you point your blade