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'At the court of king Chaos only blood
can write its own tragedy...'
Mighty warriors from the silver hills
march, all led by golden winds
Elves and trolls from holy mystic woods
run through the last snow
He's now coming from the middle lands
handling proud his magic sword
Glory, pride and honor ride with him
Burns the flame of north
They will all meet in the Kazar ruins
not so far from Ancelot
In the temple of the fallen one
their hope will be born...
Born from the asches of ancient glory... Born!
They all hail the mighty chosen one
reaching the skies with their cry
They are ready to reach Ancelot
Arwald's calling loud...
'Glory ride with us! Lux triumphans!
Magic and steelgods lead us to a new dawn...'
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Fire is raging on the battlefield
while Arwald is fighting the war of the kings
the army of Dargor, the thunder, the storm
so people are calling the brave and his sword
no time left to save the wise throne!
Shades of a past not so far to forget...
the rise of the demons from their bloody hell!
So come mighty warrior to light the last hope
for Tharos the dragon and your cosmic soul...
Now handle your emerald sword!
For Ancelot
the ancient cross of war
for the holy town of gods
gloria,gloria perpetua
in this dawn of victory
The ride of the dead and their practice of pain
is pounding in him as a terrific quake
you're closer and closer, now follow the smell
with your holy armor and the steel in your hand
fly angel of bloody revenge!
For Ancelot
the ancient cross of war
for the holy town of gods
gloria,gloria perpetua
in this dawn of victory
Tragic and furious the clash of the steel of the gods
that so magic the power, the sword in his valorous hands
Oceans of fire are blasting the throne of the demons
and from distant red skies and thunders are calling his name
the name of the master of pain
For Ancelot
the ancient cross of war
for the holy town of gods
gloria,gloria perpetua
in this dawn of victory...
Gloria,gloria perpetua
In this dawn of victory...!
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Flies to where old dragons are lying
the cry for the triumph for my magic sword
Burns the pride of my mighty conscience
while rises the sceptre of our wise lord
So thunder and storm, the rage of the sword
the fury of my war
The axe of the dwarf, the blood on the stone
the scream for the eternal
Rage in the wind at the triumph for my magic steel
you will taste the blade of the ancient sword... and
Rage in the wind at the triumph for my magic steel
led by hundred of mighty and fallen lords
Dead, laments and unholy sorrow
The heads of the fallen are staining the snow
May this be the last hated cruel war
I'm looking at my skies but they answer not!
So thunder and storm, the rage of the sword
the fury of my war
The axe of the dwarf, the blood on the stone
the scream for the eternal
Rage in the wind at the triumph for my magic steel
you will taste the blade of the ancient sword... and
Rage in the wind at the triumph for my magic steel
led by hundred of mighty and fallen lords
Old cathedrals dusty graves where nest the seeds of
holy victory
Blood from old crypts gushing out to drown the deadly
cosmic enemy
Steel all around for the king and his crown
Winds of the dawn are caressing us all...
Ancelot smiles at the knights' epic cry
Thanks to the old and their emerald sword
The kingdom is now hailing the triumph over Dargor
and he the man from Loregard he stands in front of
all... of all!
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The dwarves of Lork are showing all their honour
when you walk on the Gandor secret hill
The dance for fire and wind
and the stories about old kings
are pleasing our brave lords
down in the village of dwarves
The elves are playing under timeless willows
while blue and red paint all my beloved land
The dance for fire and wind
and the stories about old kings
are pleasing our brave lords
down in the village of dwarves
The eagle's eye is hiding something tragic
but in this night the red wine rules in me
The dance for fire and wind
and the stories about old kings
are pleasing our brave lords
down in the village of dwarves
And all night long me Arwald and Aresius
we speak, we laugh, we honor our king
The dance for fire and wind
and the stories about old kings
are pleasing our brave lords
down in the village of dwarves
The eagle's eye is hiding something tragic
but in this night the red wine rules in me
The dance for fire and wind
and the stories about old kings
are pleasing our brave lords
down in the village of dwarves
And time has come now to ride
before the end of the night
the march of the swordmaster
to the unholy fight
And time has come now to ride
before the end of the night
the march of the swordmaster
to the unholy fight
unholy fight
unholy fight
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Mighty and brave is the fighter of shade
He's prince of the darklands... Dargor his name
Adopted by Vankar, old wizard of Helm
disciple of evil he twisted his brain
Fire burns between pride and honour
Steel wild pounds in his dragonheart
Face to face with the cult of evil
Prince of lands of the darkest dream
We sing to the wind the legend of the kings
to spread our heart to the kingdom of dust
where heroes are lost, where's reigning the shadowlord
Power and glory but for the wrong side
For his tragic past he disowned the sunlight
But Akron knows well all the truth of that day
He needs him as fighter, a warrior so brave
Fire burns between pride and honour
Steel wild pounds in his dragonheart
Face to face with the cult of evil
Prince of lands of the darkest dream
We sing to the wind the legend of the kings
to spread our heart to the kingdom of dust
where heroes are lost, where's reigning the shadowlord
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Between my trees the unicorn runs
from the highest mountains the water falls
Flowers and plants now caress my eyes
along these holy valleys kissed by light
And I am victim of this spell
wonderful symphony of enchanted lands...
Wonderful symphony of enchanted lands...
The whisper of spring is now carried by winds
the winds from the land of the fire
Where peace is a gift from the king of the kings
It seems so strongly unreal... unreal!
Dragons and demons beware!
It's the rage of the titans...
Is the titans' bloody rage!
Warlords and steelgods beware!
It's the rage of the titans...
Is the titans' bloody rage!
The oak, my sister, smiles at the sun
now free from the weight of the winter
The eagles fly from mountain to mountain
enchanting my heart... brave heart!
Dragons and demons beware!
It's the rage of the titans...
Is the titans' bloody rage!
Warlords and steelgods beware!
It's the rage of the titans...
Is the titans' bloody rage!
Dragons and demons beware!
It's the rage of the titans...
Is the titans' bloody rage!
Warlords and steelgods beware!
It's the rage of the titans...
Is the titans' bloody rage!
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Face the evil bastard, smell the hate of angels
Glory, pride and bloodshed
Cowards and beholders, rapers of my wisdom
Mix of dust and bones
Go back to your abyss, Algalord will not fall
But your heads will soon roll
Test the blade of heroes, fury of the thunder
Hit my golden shield
So we'll fight against the wind for the glory of the kings
To defeat the evil enemies
And we'll ride with our lord for the power and the throne
In the name of holy thunderforce
Arwald and Aresius with the nordic warrior
on their way to Hargor
Chaos and oblivion, turmoil and disorder
will have now their name
The last fallen heroes will defeat your forces
Thousand spirits calling
On the furthest mountain I will see your fire
quenched by holy frost!
So we'll fight against the wind for the glory of the kings
To defeat the evil enemies
And we'll ride with our lord for the power and the throne
In the name of holy thunderforce
Face me evil bastard, smell the hate of angels
Glory, pride and bloodshed
Cowards and beholders, rapers of my wisdom
mix of dust and bones
Go back to your abyss, Algalord will not fall
but your heads will soon roll
Test the blade of heroes, fury of the thunder
hit my golden shield
So we'll fight against the wind for the glory of the kings
To defeat the evil enemies
And we'll ride with our lord for the power and the throne
In the name of holy thunderforce
So we'll fight against the wind for the glory of the kings
To defeat the evil enemies
And we'll ride with our lord for the power and the throne
In the name of holy thunderforce
So we'll fight against the wind for the glory of the kings
To defeat the evil enemies
And we'll ride with our lord for the power and the throne
In the name of holy thunderforce
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The last winged unicorn...
The seven red flames of the cave
are lightning the horrible torture
constricted to see the regrets
to have had the life from his god
Airin sheds black tears supporting the terrible rape
the fury of the sons of the thunder
is breaking the mystical chain
Arwald falls so to his knees
while Akron the black king is laughing
the princess falls down on the stones
with no breath of life anymore
May your ambition lead you to the unholy name
So my soul will fight you forever
in one of the many new hells
From the holy sea of golden flames
flies the last winged unicorn
With its magic breath of innocence
rising to the crystal throne
Skies are spitting holy fire wisdom cries and deadly whispers flow
Flow down to silent mystic shores
Shores of the spirits thirst for vengeance waiting for their holy crystal gate
Gate to the sunny holy lands
"Lands of a timeless world...
an enchanted timeless world like no other...
there where magic flowers paint the cosmic landscape
and noone knows the word... pain!"
Tears of blood and sadness formed the wonderful silent lake
Swans and birds in water games will call Airin's name... her name!
And now is the time to decide
on a way to escape from the cavern
the old silver chains on the wall
are now also trapping their souls
Airin my princess I can not endure all my pain
but I swear to you on my proud name...
you'll open the mystical gate!
From the holy sea of golden flames
flies the last winged unicorn
With its magic breath of innocence
rising to the crystal throne
From the holy sea of golden flames
flies the last winged unicorn
With its magic breath of innocence
rising to the crystal throne
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Cruel Akron bloody bastard I now spit on you
You can turn my bones to black ash but I'll move the moon
I will light your evil kingdom
and your heart will burn in flames
Mutilated or dismembered
we'll soon rise to eat your brain
You will pay for your victims and for Airin's bloody rape
For Arwald my dear friend and all my crying wasted land
I call the rage of my dead
I call the angels' tears
Also Dargor can't endure all... goes out from the cave
while the demons take the hero for their tragic game
Gods of earth save me from madness
from these rites of total shame
while descending in the red flame
Arwald dies but not in vain
They will pay for this nightmare, for the symphony of pain
For Airin, my dead friend and all my crying wasted land
I call the Tharos' fire
I call the thunder roar
Raise your voice and ride all
ride all brave, raise your sword to the sky
and sing the epic symphony
for the mighty and proud firelord
Arwald's acid broke the silver chains
before his very last breath
Akron laughing really doesn't know what now waits for him...
Gods are raging leading my red steel
heads and limbs are falling down
It's in me the mystic messenger bringer of revenge
"Black angel, I call you! King Chaos is raging
in the torment of my heart...
I call the holy earthquake to end this bloody Hell!"
Gods are raging leading my red steel
heads and limbs are falling down
It's in me the mystic messenger bringer of revenge
while she comes, beloved sunlight
On the river known as Aigor
our hero found his way
All the demons desperately
search for him now but in vain
They will pay for this nightmare, for the symphony of pain
For Airin, my dead friend and all my crying wasted land
I call the Tharos' fire
I call the thunder roar
Raise your voice and ride all
ride all brave, raise your sword to the sky
and sing the epic symphony
for the mighty and proud firelord
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