If you try and walk this earth along, the jackal cry can chill you to the bone, but you are warrior; death has no sting,
Searching through the ruins for the angel with the broken wing, you saw the dragon fall, a sword through his heart, his kingdom divided, torn apart,
Battle lines are drawn, the streets are clear,
The city is hidden in unholy fear,
Fog was thick, and dripping wet,
Flame boiling in beads of sweat,
Legs grow weary, lungs are weak, throat so dry you hardly speak,
Cobwebs string across your path,
The distance of steel, the swords to clash,
Batting eyes thaw, thirst of rage,
Those beastly demons performing on stage.
I'm standing on the sword of the dragon; he can't pull it from beneath of my feet,
Down in the darkened cavern, in the field of blood, I'll watch you bleed,
Watching the smoke rise from the wounded hero, standing dazed in the acid rain,
A bitter taste is in the air,
I hear the danger of the tightening chains.
Heroes, heroes,
Heroes are not here to stay,
They will all fade away, except the one who raised.
I crawled through the ruins of old,
Beneath it's rubble lies a city of gold,
His hands are chapped, and bleeding cold, returning all the riches that had been stolen,
The people stand in the streets to stare,
The hangman released his chilling cry,
The heavens split to see the earth,
The serpent is wrenching his silent sigh.
Heroes, heroes,
Heroes are not here to stay,
They will all fade away, except the one who raised,
Heroes, heroes,
Heroes are not here to stay, hey, hey,
They will all fade away, except the one who raised.
Heroes,
Heroes,
Oh, heroes,
Heroes,
He rose, he rose, he rose, he rose, he rose,
Oh, heroes,
Heroes.
