Metal Monday CVI - The Battle For Enki's Tower

This week is a hard, twisted one already...so I have summoned the power needed to survive such a mighty foe. BEHOLD, DREAM TROLL!!!! Power metal in all its epic glory. Thundering and enchanting. Enthralling all whom listen. Fear not for this track, along with the two songs that herald and end this album, shall usher in a time of renegade energy. Ride upon it!!! Lay low this week and its mundane misery!!

Twenty thousand men lay in wait, for today is their day of peril. 
As the campfires burn out and the crows call the light to prevail. 
Cyrian bows his head, knelt in the mud, 
The amulet he holds so dear in his shaking hand. 
He makes one last plea to his gods, 
That they may allow him one more day. 

The generals call the men unto arms, the horses rear up in the air, 
That sense of the unknown, oh the fear grows. 
As the men hold back their tears, they hold their shields in the air; 
Their only source of protection. 

Generals call the men unto arms, the archers light their arrows, 
Now they’re deluded with a patriot’s kiss. 
All you can hear the men shout is; “IN DEATH!”, or ascension. 

And now the men are ready to die in battle. 
But Cyrian and his quivering hand, 
Had been known to easily slay man. 
He grabbed his trusted sword, 
As he was summoned by his master. 

((Chorus 
Toils of war have ravaged his mind, 
Hid away to live a normal life. 
But The Witch, she played her evil games, 
Enslaved him until he is slain. 
But The blood of his enemies drenches his clothes, 
As he swings his steel to take the heads of his foes. 
Catapults fire, men are scaling the walls. 
They’re coming to kill you all.)) 

“HA HA HA HA! Fire, men, unleash hell!” 

Swords are sharpened, spears at the ready, 
The drummer-boy rattles his tune. 
A mighty flag with the raven of death, 
Signals the men to the point of no return. 

((Pre-chorus 
But Cyrian was no normal man, 
Cursed by black magic’s evil hand. 
Shaped by steel and forged in pain, 
As he fights to see his love again.)) 

((Chorus)) 

“Charge men; kill them where they stand! 
Obliterate!” 

The generals send the men to their deaths, 
the sound of crushing skull and ripping flesh. 
The blood flows like a waterfall, 
the stench of death is unmistakable; horrors of war! 

As the bodies pile hundreds high, 
Cyrian runs to the castle door. 
With one swoop of his hammer it was no more, 
He climbs to destroy King Enki as the Witch commands. 

((Pre-chorus)) 

Toils of war have ravaged his mind, 
Tried to hide away to live a normal life. 
But the Witch she played her evil games, 
Enslaved him until the day he is slain. 
But The Blood of his enemies drenches his clothes, 
As he swings his steel to take the heads of his foes. 
Cyrian climbs mighty castle walls, 
He's coming to kill you all!