SHRILL OF THE HORN SCREAMS MY NAME

POUNDING THE GROUND

THE GAMES BEGIN

THE CROWD THEY ROAR

THE BLOOD IT BOILS INSIDE ME

I FEAR NOT YOU YOU FEAR NOT ME

THE SWORDS ARE DRAWN

AND SHIMMERING

THE TIME HAS COME AGAIN

TO HONOR OUR KING



THE GODS HAVE BLESSED

THIS WICKED GAME

FIGHT WE MUST AND SHOW NO SHAME

FOR THE TIME HAS COME AGAIN

TO FEED OUR BLOOD THIRSTY KING



I LOOK INTO YOUR EYES

REFLECTIONS OF THE SKY

A WHISPER ON THE WIND

AS YOUR SOUL SAYS GOODBYE



REDS SANDS UNDERNEATH MY FEET

STAINED BY THE BLOOD

I DRAW FROM THEE

RED SANDS AS FAR AS I CAN SEE

TAINTED THESE LANDS

STAINED BY HISTORY



WHAT ONCE WAS A WHISPER

NOW IS AN ECHO IN MY HEAD

THE LOOK ON THEIR FACES

AS I STAND IN THIS SEA OF RED

I FEEL THE EVIL RISING

HEAR THE MESMERIZING

VOICE FROM HELL

FEEL THE EVIL RISING

HEAR THE MESMERIZING

VOICE FROM HELL