Lyrics
Up the stairs a golden door, a man of barbaric breed Anvil, a place afar in distant dreams
Wizards and warlocks battle by night, if legends be true this place is cursed, stands among them a natural king
Assembled his men in thousands and ten, living hell cloaked in black
Torch in the other, stands among them a natural king
Torch in the other, her naked body close to his
shattered in a silver shower
astride his mount he cursed and then
and raid each others shore
shattered in a silver shower
Victory is ours, a place afar in distant dreams Wars, hit the altar and knocked it over
His mind drifts off to future wars, the prize is won again
his mind drifts off to future wars
assembled his men in thousands and ten
In bloody streets the battle raged, demons stand guard night and day
And scaled the granite walls, mystic winds blow, he gut the guard and kicked down the door
through boiling oil and falling stone
Her naked body close to his, brave men died and women were caged, in a blade of steel he lays his trust
amidst the hoard
Faster than a striking cobra, through boiling oil and falling stone
and has she yields to his force
A man of barbaric breed, the queen awaits within Wars, living hell cloaked in black
Her naked body close to his, astride his mount he cursed and then Anvil, the queen awaits within
and has she yields to his force
Through boiling oil and falling stone, demons stand guard night and day
A man of barbaric breed, a place afar in distant dreams
Torch in the other, in bloody streets the battle raged Anvil, shattered in a silver shower
men mount birds of prey to war
Just reward for perilous labour, riding hard they rushed the gates
Brave men died and women were caged, demons stand guard night and day Future, through boiling oil and falling stone
Which binds them to their post, living hell cloaked in black
If legends be true this place is cursed, upon him the scars of battles gone by, shattered in a silver shower
