You

know

this

fuck-

ing

song!

Get

your

hands

in

the

air!

Right!

Fuck

yeah!

On

a

cold

win-

ter

morn-

ing,

in

the

time

be-

fore

the

light,

In

flames

of

death's

e-

ter-

nal

re-

ign,

we

ride

to-

wards

the

fight.

When

the

dark-

ness

has

fall-

en

down,

and

the

times

are

tough

all

right.

The

sound

of

e-

vil

laugh-

ter

falls

around

the

world

to-

night.

Fight-

ing

hard,

fight-

ing

on

for

the

steel,

through

the

waste-

lands

e-

ver-

mo-

re,

The

scat-

tered

souls

will

feel

the

hell

bo-

dies

wasted

on

the

shore.

On

the

black-

est

plains

in

hell's

do-

main,

we

watch

them

as

they

go,

Through

fire

and

pain,

and

once

a-

gain

we

know.

So

now

we're

fly

e-

ver

free,

we're

free

be-

fore

the

thun-

der-

storm,

On

tow-

ards

the

wil-

der-

ness,

our

quest

car-

ries

on.

Far

be-

yond

the

sun-

down,

far

be-

yond

the

moon-

light,

Deep

in-

side

our

hearts

and

all

our

souls,

...way

we

wait

for

the

day,

For

the

light

source

so

wast-

ed

and

gone,

We

feel

the

pain

of

a

life-

time

lost

in

a

thou-

sand

days,

Through

the

fi-

re

and

the

flames

we

car-

ry

on!

As

the

red

day

is

dawni-

ng,

and

the

light-

ning

cracks

the

sky,

They'll

raise

their

hands

to

the

hea-

vens

a-

bove,

with

re-

sent-

ment

in

the-

ir

eyes.

Run-

ning

back

through

the

mid-

mor-

ning

light,

there's

a

bur-

ning

in

my

heart,

We're

ban-

ished

from

a

time

in

a

fall-

en

land,

to

life

be-

yond

the

stars.

In

your

dark-

est

dreams

we

see

to

bel-

ieve,

that

our

des-

tin-

y

is

time,

And

end-

less-

ly

we'll

all

be

free

to-

night!

And

on

the

wings

of

a

dream,

so

far

be-

yond

re-

al-

i-

ty,

All

a-

lone

in

des-

per-

a-

tion,

now

time

has

gone,

Lost

in-

side

you'll

ne-

ver

find,

lost

with-

in

my

own

mind,

Day

after

day

this

mi-

ser-

y

must

go

on!

So

far

a-

way

we

wait

for

the

day,

For

the

light

source

so

wast-

ed

and

gone,

We

feel

the

pain

of

a

life-

time

lost

in

a

thou-

sand

days,

Through

the

fi-

re

and

the

flames

we

car-

ry

on!

Al-

right,

once

more!

Let

me

here

you

sing

it!

Woooaaah-

ooaah-

oah,

woooaah-

ooaah-

oah,

Woooaaah-

ooaah-

oah-

oah-

ooaah,

Come

on!

Well

done!

Come

on!

Al-

right,

you

prom-

ised

you

two,

come

on!

Now

here

we

stand

with

their

blood

on

our

hands,

We

fought

so

hard,

now

can

we

un-

der-

stand,

I'll

break

the

seal

of

this

curse

if

I

pos-

si-

bly

can,

For

free-

dom

of

e-

ver-

y

man!

So

far

a-

way

we

wait

for

the

day,

For

the

light

source

so

wast-

ed

and

gone,

We

feel

the

pain

of

a

life-

time

lost

in

a

thou-

sand

days,

Through

the

fi-

re

and

the

(flames)

we

car-

ry

on!

End

that!

Woooaaah-

ooaah-

ooaah!