Warriors Of The Dark Lyrics
The dark is made of dreamsThe wizards ride the hills tonightDoing battle with electric screamsAnd against a spear of lightningA figure rides the starsHis steed a dragon red and goldHis weapon a black guitarMy fingers played like hellfireAs I played the killing chordThe dragon screams and falls from skyAs if pierced by magic swordBut it's rider find a stabbing noteBefore they crash to flameI am caught in a mighty storm of devils in my brainWarriors of the dark[Repeat]
Brocas Helm Warriors Of The Dark
