Lonely wolf roaming the kingdoms
of a hopeless world
He's the sorcerer who once sat
on the ruby throne
The last King of Melnibone,
destroyer of his land
Cursed bearer of the black sword
trembling in his hands...

Elric of Melnibone,
Messenger of Chaos!

Crimson eyes like embers burning on
his snow-pale skin
Silky hair of ivory, no sign of
his glorious kin
Born too weak and human to be King of
his own land
But no one can stop him
when the sword sings in his hands...

Elric of Melnibone,
Messenger of Chaos!
Elric of Melnibone,
Messenger of Chaos!

There is nothing more to do
when the Fate's Horn resounds
Ancient dragons spread their wings
and fly above the ground
Lords of Light return to battle,
Chaos forces stand
None shall live except the black sword
laughing in his hands...

Elric of Melnibone,
Messenger of Chaos!
Elric of Melnibone,
Messenger of Chaos!

Текст размещён без разрешения авторов. Но если кто-нибудь из посетителей подскажет мне, как можно связаться с группой "Assedium" - разрешение будет испрошено.

Наверх