Warriors of the Dark
Brocas Helm Lyrics


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The wind is made of thunder
The dark is made of dreams
The wizards ride the hills tonight
Doing battle with electric screams

And against a spear of lightning
A figure rides the stars
His steed a dragon red and gold
His weapon a black guitar

My fingers played like hellfire
As I played the killing chord
The dragon screams and falls from sky
As if pierced by magic sword

But it's rider find a stabbing note
Before they crash to flame
I am caught in a mighty storm of devils in my brain

Warriors of the dark





[Repeat]

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Brocas Helm's song "Warriors of the Dark" depict a fantastical battle between the forces of darkness and a lone musician. The wind is described as being made of thunder, which sets the ominous tone of the song. The wizards ride the hills, suggesting that they are using the natural world to fuel their magic. Against a spear of lightning, we see a figure riding the stars. This figure is described as riding a dragon, making him a worthy adversary. However, the musician has a weapon of his own: a black guitar. As he plays a killing chord, the dragon screams and falls from the sky, defeated.


The lyrics suggest that the musician is caught up in a mighty storm of devils in his brain, indicating that he may be relying on some form of dark magic himself. The repetition of the phrase "warriors of the dark" reinforces the idea that this is a battle between evil forces. Overall, the song paints a vivid picture of an epic battle full of fantastical elements.


Line by Line Meaning

The wind is made of thunder
The sound of the wind is so intense it's like the roar of thunder


The dark is made of dreams
Darkness invokes visions of the mysterious and imagination


The wizards ride the hills tonight
Magical beings are traveling through the hills at night


Doing battle with electric screams
Fighting against the ear-piercing, amplified sounds of technology


And against a spear of lightning
Facing a bolt of electricity and power


A figure rides the stars
A being is flying through the galaxy among the stars


His steed a dragon red and gold
The creature on which he rides is a majestic, metallic dragon


His weapon a black guitar
His tool for generating sound and music is a dark, ominous guitar


My fingers played like hellfire
With fiery passion and energy, I play my instrument


As I played the killing chord
I struck the notes that could end the life of those who hear it


The dragon screams and falls from sky
The dragon cries out in pain and drops out of the sky, mortally wounded


As if pierced by magic sword
It's as if the creature was stabbed by a mystical weapon


But its rider find a stabbing note
The rider of the slain dragon hears a painful, wailing sound from the instrument


Before they crash to flame
Before they fall down and explode in flames


I am caught in a mighty storm of devils in my brain
My mind is filled with chaotic and evil thoughts


Warriors of the dark
Those who fight the darkness and embrace the magical, sinister world around us




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