Future Wars Lyrics - Anvil

A place afar in distant dreams 

Mystic winds blow 

Men mount birds of prey to war 

And raid each others shore 

Wizards and Warlocks battle by night 

One survives by cunning and might 

Take what you can by sword and sabre 

Just reward for perilous labour 

Stands among them a natural King 

A man of barbaric breed 

In a blade of steel he lays his trust 

Killing and taking his needs 

Upon him the scars of battles gone by 

From many who have gazed in his murderous eye 

Astride his mount he cursed and then 

Assembled his men in thousands and ten 

Onward lads we'll kill them all 

Victory is ours 

We'll have their heads and female slaves 

Soon to loot their towers 

Riding hard they rushed the gates 

And scaled the granite walls 

Through boiling oil and falling stone 

His men endured it all 

In bloody streets the battle raged 

Brave men died and women were caged 

Amidst the hoard, a barbaric roar 

He gut the guard and kicked down the door 

Sword in one hand, torch in the other 

Alert every step of the way 

If legends be true this place is cursed 

Demons stand guard night and day 

Living hell cloaked in black 

Three ungodly hosts 

Upon the dais a ball of light 

Which binds them to their post 

Faster than a striking cobra 

Hit the altar and knocked it over 

Shattered in a silver shower 

The priests of hell have lost their power