Morbid Scream

A barbaric land where the sword is the law,

and killing is the way of life.

An infernal wasteland and down a barren plain;

A warrior stands the test of fate.

His face is cracked from the wicked hands of time,

and scars from war have past,

Taking the reins from a shadowy steed,

I shall kill the foyus at it's layer!

Morbid Scream!

Skulls and bones lie relics in the sand;

Remembrance of men that came before.

The ground is scorched from the dragon's breath,

and corpses burned to stench and ash.

I awake in fury when the dragon attacks;

Advancing in anger - spitting fire.

Our barbarous laws, my thundering axe,

yet we'll fight the beast to it's death!