the magic woods of Aranen. Beyond them a real danger, but surely the immortal flame of the angels will live and breathe once again in the warriors legendary
Rex tremende semper inimice ad gloriam perpetuam brave all we'll march to give you the eternal agony [Part IV: The Immortal Fire] "Go, mighty warrior
old walls of the frightening fortress are standing many dark princes reigned at our mighty castle in the forest thousands of brave warriors died at
our dawn Sign the covenant of discipline, these repined pigs must not be warned Let thorns of void guide you, let your immortal blood freeze Let yourself
Whoah, Chinese ninja warrior, with your heart so cold. Sub-Zero. Whoah, your life is a mystery. Why you wear the mask? Sub-Zero. Yeah. Yeah. Freezing
lead the troops Of mankind's doom It's time to face the dawn To hear the battle roar So now you know I am the chosen lord Immortal warrior Of immense
run up and smash you wid a passion And they chalking it off his head Nigga instead I'ma let them bleed Nigga, immortal warrior from the walking dead
rather run up and smash you wid a passion And they chalking it off his head Nigga instead I'ma let them bleed Nigga, immortal warrior from the walking
Wave the signs of the times many say the grind is on the mind Shorties blunted eyed and everyone wonderin' where I'm Bush pushing lies, killers immortalized
My 'rocinante' sailed by night On her final flight To the heart of cygnus' fearsome force We set our course Spiralled through that timeless space To this immortal
movement the creature takes the reigns and flies up into the night, howling out immortal cries, a prediction of war, At war with Satan! The warriors
movement, the creature takes the reins then flies off into the night, howling out immortal cries of predication and war. "AT WAR WITH SATAN" Warriors
Wave the signs of the times Many say the grind's on the mind Shorties blunted-eyed and everyone wonderin' where I'm Bush pushing lies, killers immortalized
sunrise Diabolic winds of hate breathe In the chasm of the realms In clouds above horizon A throne of ice watching silently With a warrior's eye
essence reflecting in the mirror of time Sparkling like the distant fires Throughout the nightsky's frozen air Dreamkings of immortal spheres Throning in every warrior
wolf, shining blades, open wounds and ropes still tied around their necks; they are Wuotan's pack of warges, the undead and the dead - the immortal warriors