beginning to rise It is time for the battle It is time for the war We bend our bows Let's hear the battleroar The first sign goes The arrows are
Bản dịch: Battlelore. Battleroar.
Bản dịch: Prophanity. The Battleroar.
Born in a wrong age In another dimension In a planet of weakness In my own desolation Damned by my own fate Hunted by my own race Hiding from my destiny
Before the storm Before the shadows will swallow the sun One last glance and I'll be gone One last song upon my sword Before the war, Before this vision
On frozen lands I seek my home My end I feel is near My fate was told so crystal clear I?ll meet no one to fear Through all these fights I only felt
Just before darkness falls A beast cries out a battleroar A roar coming from the past Warriors live again at last Metal lives in our hearts In our blood
The shaman dances around the fire The thought of blood becomes desire All is lost, out of my sight I start to tremble, from lust for fight Oh, inside
Dreams on Steel, forged forever Poems on blades, we will remember Twilight fades, moon rays whisper silver tears on a dragon's wing Gates of night,
Hurricane of fire, flame of Megalopolis Fighting for all mankind, He's the chosen last Mane king Black blood tribe is planning conquest Of the planet
Dyvim Tvar - Keeper of the Dragon Horde - Lord of Fire Dyvim Tvar - Unchain the Rage from Above - Flaming Glory Almighty leader of dragons of Melnibone
Burns a magic fire on the shores of river Nile Guardian of the secrets of the pyramids Pharaohs and Queens, they rest in ancient crypts Protected by
My glory is passing through victory My bravery will be rewarded One day I will pass all this misery And free I will stand to this world I spent all
Through the First Age's course by the mines at the earth's core A blade of fire was forged That shone with the light of Sun and Moon Banishing darkness
Ride with me on the endless sea Across the waves among the brave And if we die don't ask me why Cause this is the way of the strong and the great Feel
The day has come To set history Brave men will fall For thy victory Outside the walls War machines wait The Battering Ram Approaches the gate Blizzard
Forged into a world, of endless war, Baptised in the cold blood of thousand men and gods Runes over its blade, showing the way Of how this doomed world
Quenched in a mound of snow Double edged slayer of steel Brazen skulls of sacred Elks Horned cross guards, leather wrapped hilt Metal masters Ancient
