Warlord

I built my kingdom on the edge of a sword My dominion built on fear I slay my rivals, there is no competition I spear their heads on spikes, my victory to display So keep your eyes to the ground You would not risk to offend me Know your place underfoot Crushed beneath my heel So listen not to the shamans For what lies in the future Listen to the words of your master For who lives and who dies My only successor is the one who can defeat me His skill must be greater than mine I slaughter those who challenge me I scatter their bones for they shall have no rest So listen for the war horns And know this to be true That if you don’t answer their call I’ll be coming tonight for you So listen not to the shamans For what lies in the future Listen to the words of your master For who lives and who dies