Manowar - The Warrior’s Prayer lyrics
[Manowar - The Warrior’s Prayer lyrics]
Grandfather, tell me a story!
All right, go and get your storybook
No, no, not one of those, a real story!
A real story?
Yes, tell me about when you were a boy
Well, then
I shall have to take you back with me
A long way in time
It was my thirteenth year on
A cold winter's day
As I walked through the enchanted forest
I heard the sound of horses, and men at arms
I felt compelled to walk on
And find the place of these sounds
And when the forest did clear
I was standing on a hill
Before me the armies of the worlds standing
Waiting i thought to myself
For whom or for what are they waiting?
Suddenly a gust of wind came up
From the north there appeared a lone rider
Holding a sword of steel
Then from the south came another
Bearing a battle ax
From the east came a third
Holding a spiked club
And finally from the west
A rider who wielded a great hammer of war
With them came their soldiers of death
Followed by an army of immortals
They were few in number
But the look in their eyes
Told all who beheld them
That they would leave this day
Only in victory or death
And there was a great silence
My heart began to pound
Storm clouds filled the sky with darkness
Rain came and the four winds
Blew with such anger
That I held fast to a tree
I watched the four riders raise
Their weapons into the air
Without warning, screaming their war cry
They led the attack
Down to the battle they rode
They met the armies of the
World with a mighty clash!
I could feel the ground shake
The earth drank much blood that day
Each of the four, was unto himself
A whirlwind of doom!
When the smoke did clear
Many thousands were dead
There was much blood and gore
Their bodies lay broken and
Scattered across the battlefield
Like brown leaves blown by the wind
And I saw the four ride together
To the top of the hill
While below them the soldiers
Of death assembled all those who would now
Swear allegiance to them
And the four spoke the words
Of the warrior's prayer
Gods of war I call you
My sword is by my side
I seek a life of honor
Free from all false pride
I will crack the whip with a bold mighty hail
Cover me with death if I should ever fail
Glory, majesty, unity, hail, hail, hail
And as I stood and looked on
I heard the armies of the
World hail them without end
And their voices of victory
Carried long and far throughout the land!
Well, that's it, did you like the story?
Yeah, it was great!
Oh good, I'm glad, now off to bed with you
Grandfather? Yes?
Who were those four men? Who were they?
They were the metal kings!
All right, go and get your storybook
No, no, not one of those, a real story!
A real story?
Yes, tell me about when you were a boy
Well, then
I shall have to take you back with me
A long way in time
It was my thirteenth year on
A cold winter's day
As I walked through the enchanted forest
I heard the sound of horses, and men at arms
I felt compelled to walk on
And find the place of these sounds
And when the forest did clear
I was standing on a hill
Before me the armies of the worlds standing
Waiting i thought to myself
For whom or for what are they waiting?
Suddenly a gust of wind came up
From the north there appeared a lone rider
Holding a sword of steel
Then from the south came another
Bearing a battle ax
From the east came a third
Holding a spiked club
And finally from the west
A rider who wielded a great hammer of war
With them came their soldiers of death
Followed by an army of immortals
They were few in number
But the look in their eyes
Told all who beheld them
That they would leave this day
Only in victory or death
And there was a great silence
My heart began to pound
Storm clouds filled the sky with darkness
Rain came and the four winds
Blew with such anger
That I held fast to a tree
I watched the four riders raise
Their weapons into the air
Without warning, screaming their war cry
They led the attack
Down to the battle they rode
They met the armies of the
World with a mighty clash!
I could feel the ground shake
The earth drank much blood that day
Each of the four, was unto himself
A whirlwind of doom!
When the smoke did clear
Many thousands were dead
There was much blood and gore
Their bodies lay broken and
Scattered across the battlefield
Like brown leaves blown by the wind
And I saw the four ride together
To the top of the hill
While below them the soldiers
Of death assembled all those who would now
Swear allegiance to them
And the four spoke the words
Of the warrior's prayer
Gods of war I call you
My sword is by my side
I seek a life of honor
Free from all false pride
I will crack the whip with a bold mighty hail
Cover me with death if I should ever fail
Glory, majesty, unity, hail, hail, hail
And as I stood and looked on
I heard the armies of the
World hail them without end
And their voices of victory
Carried long and far throughout the land!
Well, that's it, did you like the story?
Yeah, it was great!
Oh good, I'm glad, now off to bed with you
Grandfather? Yes?
Who were those four men? Who were they?
They were the metal kings!