Songtext von Wrath Of A Warchild

From a land of frozen hearts The messenger arrived To tell them tears had turned to steel And all the dreams had turned to dust Then came the drums of thunder With pain and despair And after it all was over Something remained The name of the game is war The wrath of a warchild The anger inside keeps calling thee The wrath of a warchild The lord of the dark will set you free Deep in the shadows of the night The forces will hide out Until it's time to lose control Of the burning flame inside Swords made of glowing metal Striking the cross At the throne of an evil nation Nothing is lost