A place afar in distant dreams

Mystic winds blow

Men mount birds of prey to war

And raid each others shore

Wizards and Warlocks battle by night

One survives by cunning and might

Take what you can by sword and sabre

Just reward for perilous labour



Stands among them a natural King

A man of barbaric breed

In a blade of steel he lays his trust

Killing and taking his needs

Upon him the scars of battles gone by

From many who have gazed in his murderous eye

Astride his mount he cursed and then

Assembled his men in thousands and ten

Onward lads we'll kill them all

Victory is ours

We'll have their heads and female slaves

Soon to loot their towers

Riding hard they rushed the gates

And scaled the granite walls

Through boiling oil and falling stone

His men endured it all



In bloody streets the battle raged

Brave men died and women were caged

Amidst the hoard, a barbaric roar

He gut the guard and kicked down the door

Sword in one hand, torch in the other

Alert every step of the way

If legends be true this place is cursed

Demons stand guard night and day



Living hell cloaked in black

Three ungodly hosts

Upon the dais a ball of light

Which binds them to their post

Faster than a striking cobra

Hit the altar and knocked it over

Shattered in a silver shower

The priests of hell have lost their power



Up the stairs a golden door

The queen awaits within

Her naked body close to his

The prize is won again

And has she yields to his force

His mind drifts off to Future Wars