Warlord

I was born with thunder up in my hands to silence all of the lambs I've conquered so many lands, put up with [?] whatever man [?] with God's plan, the journey eternal Hell fire spreading wide, now you're in the inferno Pray to God they intervene, you feel it, your inner being The sinner sings, a song play all day Will it bring peace to the hearts of men? Spending life on the frontlines, like, to no end Waste of time, wasting away, wasting the day, tasting the bitterness of hate Face of decay, lead 'em off into the dark They follow me from the start, with the light chasin' the demons runnin' from the spark I'm the sword, guns clutched, swingin' at the unjust Just once touch from the blade that cuts us Leading the rat race where losers are born When it's above you, whatever form, it goes on The cycle, perpetual, death is eventual If you ain't givin' no hundred percent, unacceptable Mark from the Devil Mark from the Devil Mark from the Devil Mark from the Devil Mark from the Devil Mark from the Devil Mark from the Devil Mark from the Devil I was formed with fire upon the blade, the violence and the crusade The [?] court to fade to where the revel is made Evading with the horde on a white horse just a warlord The country is war-torn and [?] It's a universal [?], the archangel hang in the clouds and they watch us pray For the glory of his story, [?] story Nine of the ten, [?] Guns to the [?], givin' prayers to the fallen Hymns are callin' if you willin', give 'em [?], we go all in Ritual beginning, individual [?] A violent [?], a decendence of height Feel her soul elevate while enemies lie in wait I'm sendin' 'em to the gate, [?] with the hate [?] for losers or born winners, I'm loved When it's performed, it goes on The cycle, peretual, death is eventual You ain't givin' a hundred percent, unacceptable Mark from the Devil Mark from the Devil Mark from the Devil Mark from the Devil Mark from the Devil Mark from the Devil Mark from the Devil Mark from the Devil