Lord Ghost The sound tears through its ears the deafening metal sound for close
Its bodies waiting its whips the leather taste in its lips It hears the shout of war higher than never
With its sword in massacrantes Beaten the hands to control the metal land In the errifying night Front to the Lord Falls of knees Ghost Victims falling chained
You hear them Now crying out mortal pains the fists of the terror opening way you do not have nothing that can make The leather armies had taken advantage the
Lord Ghost never failed smoke raise of the soil the volume each bigger time of the metal
It falls of knees and one bends over it the Lord Ghost
