

he is the torture the fire the pain,
where he walks evil creatures will reign!

in the air of the winter you hear him
in the darkness of summer he yells

through the trees you cant see him by night
all dressed black, and the coat flies with the wind!

with a voice like thunder, his power so great


we will allways fight like heroes,
by the mist in the night we stand!
and if you ever hear us calling,
we were made of steel!


he is the darkness the nimbly the rain,
allways watchin you, ready to kill!

in the air of the autumn you hear him!
in the darkness of summer he yells

through the trees you cant see him by night
all dressed black, and the coat flies with the wind!

with a heart like a lion, his power so great


he will allways fight like a hero,
by the mist in the night he stands
and if you ever hear him calling,
tahlon is made of steel!

he will allways fight like a hero,
by the mist in the night he stands!
born to kill and ready to die for,
malor is made of steel!


through all of life's myseries we stood
all of the battles we won

live for the day, live for the night!
and we know that we will allways carry on!




