Wrath of Ragnarok - The Outcasts of Man Тексты

Bulging muscles
Scarred flesh
Unfriendly eyes
Sharpened axe

Lone warriors of the thick trees
Humanity's forgotten children
Berserk masters of destruction
Frenzy causing reign of terror

Fearsome warcries of pain
Loathed creatures of sin
Merely just misunderstood
The dark age of man begins

Mostly chaotic by nature
Souls of black by choice
Raging soldiers of might
With cold forged steel

Electricity of motion
Their combat prowess
Completely unmatched
Almost inhuman speed

Enemy of not only man
But also of the undead
Necromancers of night
And the evil elfish drow

Riding upon the bare back
Of wolves or steeds of black
Illiterate monsters of mankind
Foolish to those whom are blind

They can never be sneak attacked
For they always seem to be ready
At the smallest moment to react
And to kill you where you stand

Wearing your skin
As a telling trophy
That none should cross
The outcasts of man