Enslave all the vast
Old blast from the past
No city of my own
Barbarian posse
Wolves lick all the wounds
Yelling with no sounds
No woman of my own
Barbarian posse
I’ve got a new hobby, baby!
Hunting for the two headed witches
Do you know one, baby? Huh?
Such an ice tongue girl you are!
Remember.
I’ll be always at the gates.