Interpret:

Savatage

Album:

Power Of The Night

As the edge of midnight falls
The warrior stands alone
Visions of the fighting past
A thousands tales are told


Immortal


Let the battles of street life begin
Don some leathers and chains
They live their life And they feel their own pain
The times that is chilling their bones
And they can't get away
Alone in the cold Watching night turn into day


Armed to attack
The soldiers react
Kill or be killed
Is the life they live


Warriors, warriors
Warriors of the world
Warriors, warriors
Warriors of the world


On the streets they are roaming the night
Out to claim their domain
One more pointless battle with nothing to gain
And life is a Hell for them
Living with the shadows of death
Scratching and clawing till no souls are left


Armed to attack
The soldiers react
Kill or be killed
Is the life they live


Warriors, warriors
Warriors of the world
Warriors, warriors
Warriors of the world


They call the streets of Hell their home!
They're not alone...
A thousands tales are told
The streets of Hell their home


Warriors, warriors
Warriors of the world
Warriors, warriors
Warriors of the world
Warriors, warriors
Warriors of the world
Warriors, warriors
Warriors of the world