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 h*llfire
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]

/ brocas helm lyrics