Testi:
Wizard Head Of The Deceiver

Fire - iron - blood - steel By the breath of a dragon the gods melted the steel That had fallen from heaven as a fireball to the ground With the mighty

in the sky Odin's ravens fly It is a nice day to die With the power of our weapons And the help of our gods We'll be victorious Deceivers lay in their

Brother stand up show us your power now Don't waste our precious time Your bloodsteel made by magic Can help us in our pain Can't you hear the bells

We have gathered around the table To cleanse our weapons Of the blood of deceivers We killed in the battle of steel But now this is reality Fantasy

the wind Don't think about goodness revenge is your aim Revenge revenge revenge for the world The dark time is over the magic will win The wizard is

Running: through a blur of motion Out of context; I've lost my ground Only destruction in my mind Obeying another sensless command My senses: divided

Traduzione: Wizard. Head Of The Deceiver.

: Running: through a blur of motion Out of context; I've lost my ground Only destruction in my mind Obeying another sensless command My senses: divided

: The crowd inside the stadium Is staring at the darkened stage Like believers in the inner sanctum Like vultures in an iron cage Hyped-up glands are