Warriors Of The Dark Lyrics - Brocas Helm

The wind is made of thunder 

The dark is made of dreams 

The wizards ride the hills tonight 

Doing battle with electric screams 

And against a spear of lightning 

A figure rides the stars 

His steed a dragon red and gold 

His weapon a black guitar 

My fingers played like hellfire 

As I played the killing chord 

The dragon screams and falls from sky 

As if pierced by magic sword 

But it's rider find a stabbing note 

Before they crash to flame 

I am caught in a mighty storm of devils in my brain 

Warriors of the dark 

[Repeat]