The Song Of The Swords

Beyond the magical Shade Gate, they arrive

Elric, the Pale King, Yyrkon the Tyrant, to fight

Ther in a chamber, hanging in midair, two swords

Dreadful and fine, forged in a time no man can recall

They finally find the swords

Stormbringer and Mournblade

They are fighting face to face

As the blades come alive

The black swords are singing their song of fighting

The black swords are singing for joy of blood letting

The black swords are singing for they're back to battling

The black swords are singing

They are singing out loud the song of the swords

Lifting the blades of chaos, the swordmen attack

Just like two puppets, by alien hate

they are possessed

Hearts are now pounding, metal is clashing, as one

Brothers of steel are singing their will to kill

They finally find the swords

Stormbringer and Mournblade

They are fighting the final duel

and their souls are the prize

Listen to the song of the sword

The black swords are singing their song of fighting

The black swords are singing for joy of blood letting

The black swords are singing for they're back to battling

The black swords are singing

for souls they are craving