I'll never let you see
The way my broken heart is
Brothers, I am calling from the valley of the Kings
Now is the time to reach for the sky
Gather the
Manowar, Manowar living on the road
When we're in town, speakers
Every one of us has heard the call
Brothers of true
(Instrumental)
Instrumental
And now the time has come when all is said
The spell has been broken, the curse has been lifted
Black
The trail of tears began for all the Cherokee
The white
In the beginning there was silence
And darkness all across the
Black clouds on the horizon
Great thunder and burning rain
His chariot
Here I see you stand from all around the world
Since the dawn of time
I've rolled across the earth
Spinning in