Medieval from Underworld by Elegia

Clashing days have just begun
Struggle from very far is heard
No one is safe, my dear friend
Forward to backward I know how it ends
(It’s a highway to your skull)

This misery of life is always the same
Foolish excuse for the world gets insane
The tension point will finally break
Then horrified you’ll be finally awake

(It’s a highway to your skull)

A dozen of dragons spit the fire fiercely
Drop from the skies their eggs with accuracy
The world watch astonished at your cruelty
While children crying, crushed under tyranny

(It’s a highway to your skull)

Kill for nothing die in vain
The cycle is turning again and again
Like in the Dark Age a mercenary crusade
Against a rough enemy you point your blade
You point your blade
You point your blade
You point your blade
You point your blade
You point your blade
You point your blade
You point your blade
You point your blade

(Ooh)

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