Way Of The Warrior کے بول

A warrior born from the start Finely crafted killing art Hundreds slain, more to come When will his pain be gone? He rides towards his destiny Souls of the dead, his eyes don't see Another day, Another death Another battle to the end! Battle to the end Warfare in his blood, in his veins In his mind's eye, his enemy's pain Bloodshed what he lives for, what he craves Victory, another tyrant enslaved! Tyrant! Upon his skull throne amidst seas of blood! A dying age of heroes of which this tale is the last Overthrown in great wrath, now victory is ours Once more into battle my friends! Once more!