night in a heavenly show Taking the world to places, places that you would not go So many other people are lost, they`re people you know We minister by night
had anything to say Tell me now, will it always be this way ? You`ve got me thinkin` someday, we can be the same, no no All the things that you do in the night
reigns and flies up into the night, howling out immortal cries, a prediction of war, At war with Satan! The warriors gather slowly around The sacred
reins then flies off into the night, howling out immortal cries of predication and war. "AT WAR WITH SATAN" Warriors gather slowly round the sacred city
dreams that passed Splinters of a life rushing by in the whirl A lone silent warrior in a fantasy world He cried for night but night could not come
children of the night there's seven ways to go Each leading to the burning hole the Lucifer controls Priests of hades seek the sacred star Satan sees
a path of no return. I feel it deep inside, it's a part of me. The magic of the night. I will always believe! I am a warrior Metal Force Guided by
of the night There's seven ways to go Each leading to the burning hole The Lucifer controls Priests of Hades seek the sacred star Satan sees the answer
riddle sung to the ear Darkness and Chaos, Bow before thy might Blessed be the light, That burns away the night Pegasis flying, Across emerald skies Warrior
Burning desire Chaotic dreams of sin Sacred words spoken Seven Seal broken Valhalla's doors open Here the gods have come to fight The heavens burn this night
bows, brave knights, saddle the steeds of war, The glory of battle is nigh at last, our banner shall fly this day in victory! My warriors, a legacy
all, Grim warriors, take up thy spears and hone thy gleaming swords. Archers, string thy bows, brave knights, saddle the steeds of war, The glory of battle is nigh
) THE CHRONICLES OF WAR: ??? THE WAR TESTAMENT OF CAYLEN-TOR (ON THE NIGHT OF THE BLOODYING OF SWORDS): O' grim gods of battle, empower us this night
us all, Grim warriors, take up thy spears and hone thy gleaming swords. Archers, string thy bows, brave knights, saddle the steeds of war, The glory of battle is nigh
by thy side 'Twas from sacred society not mother we were spawned To manifest by Will alone our visions, more it be We are the khaos warriors The architects
testi: Eddy Antonini] [White Warrior:] Drinking the holy wine with a gambler, walking the path of life... Come with me boy. I want to survive this night
of a freezing night Goes all my life Still passing by ... the Nocturne Dark and black as deepest cold Thoughts are here, were only hope Warrior sacred
500 years of darkness - entombed devoid of sight The crowds came out to mock us on this carnival night Clowns & dolls of Templars ridicule our sacred