The Warriors of Modern Death Songtext
von Emperor

All raised
To be men
Given image and path
Supreme
Idolised warriors

Bright steel
Burning rage
Never too late to try
Stand tall
Never plead
Live and let die

Come on!


I see the spirit
Of these ancestors
And reconsider the faith
A primitive sword
Cannot win my war

Cold fury
Flaring eyes
Calculated verbal gun
My pride
Justified
Spiritual steel shines bright
Beyond the sun

The pride of the warrior
Is far from dead
The colours of death
Are still black and red
Though modernised
Blood will be shed

Ah, blood will be shed