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