Warlord (Face the Angel of Pestilence)

I was born in the heat of battle
With a weapon in my cradle
I first spilled blood at the age of seven
I killed my first enemy then at eleven

Riding on the tides of war into a dark millenium
High the axe that I have won from the hands of Attila
Bloodstained I have always been, but no remorse I've known

In conflict after conflict I piled skull upon skull
The fools that stood against me all paid the price in blood
And a heavy toll I've ever taken

From the fires of the past rises the warlord
Through the blood and destruction comes the warlord
Upon the wings of hate and terror rides the warlord
I know not of mercy and sorrow, so all fear the warlord

Set alight unnumbered cities, pillaged countless homes
Raped mothers and daughters alike before each other's eyes
I have slain many a weak hearted king and ended their short lived reigns

The hammer of fate and the anvil of war have forged me to a master of battle

From the fires of the past rises the warlord
Through the blood and destruction comes the warlord
Upon the wings of hate and terror rides the warlord
I know not of mercy and sorrow, so all fear the warlord

Immortal years of violence, hate will never die
In my wake are left legions of the dead

Oh, how all these victims died
For no one ever survived
My trail of corpses is far too long for any man to see
In the middle of a bloodbath, that is where I want to be

I am the warlord – I am the hate
I am the butcher – cruel son of fate
I slaughtered millions – I claimed my right
I am the warlord – the immortal might

Power and glory, bloodlust and rage
Dominion and hatred, thunder and storm
From the primeval forces of the earth I have been

I am the warlord and I have no equal!!!

(She spoke to me again
Called me into her realm
So I shall ascend the stairs of fate
And pass the gate of the slain...)