The Warriors Of Modern Death
by Emperor
From the album: IX Equilibrium
Duration: 4:59
Lyrics for The Warriors Of Modern Death
All raised To be men Given image and path Supreme Idolised warriors Bright steel Burning rage Never too late to try Stand tall Never plead Live and let die Come on! I see the spirit Of these ancestors And reconsider the faith A primitive sword Cannot win my war Cold fury Flaring eyes Calculated verbal gun My pride Justified Spiritual steel shines bright Beyond the sun The pride of the warrior Is far from dead The colours of death Are still black and red Though modernised Blood will be shed Ah, blood will be shed