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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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| 2. |
| 4:47 |
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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 lost 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 their smell with your holy armour 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 and 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 the 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 |
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| 3. |
| 5:47 |
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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 emerlad 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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| 3:52 |
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The dwarves of Lark 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 5. Dargor, shadowlord of the black mountain 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 sign to the wind the legend of the kings to spread our heart to the kingdom of dust where heroes are lost, where now reigns the shadowlord Power and glory but from 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 sign to the wind the legend of the kings to spread our heart to the kingdom of dust where heroes are lost, where now reigns the shadowlord 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 sign to the wind the legend of the kings to spread our heart to the kingdom of dust where heroes are lost, where now reigns the shadowlord |
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| 4:48 |
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Not so far from the wide dragonland
Where the valleys breathe the smell of dark gate Dargor is marching with the poor Airin There where dark has ruled forever for the demonknights Fire's rising to valleys of death While shadows are rising from bloody hells Fire's riding to Hargor, the town Where evil and terror conquered the clouds We sing to the wind the legend of the king To spread out heart to the kingdom of dust Where heroes are lost, where now reigns the shadowlord Carved in shadow is his magic throne Kron disciple nor extreme at all Gothic his kingdom told by old jesters Pride and terror live together in his stormy heart Fire's rising to valleys of death While shadows are rising from bloody hells Fire's riding to Hargor, the town Where evil and terror conquered the clouds We sing to the wind the legend of the king To spread out heart to the kingdom of dust Where heroes are lost, where now reigns the shadowlord Cry with me to fill the crystal sea Cry for all the victims of these stones Shed your tears to fill the silent fall And wash it in your swords Fire's rising to valleys of death While shadows are rising from bloody hells Fire's riding to Hargor, the town Where evil and terror conquered the clouds We sing to the wind the legend of the king To spread out heart to the kingdom of dust Where heroes are lost, where now reigns the shadowlord |
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| 6:24 |
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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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| 4:22 |
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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 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 |
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| 2:33 | 
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| 9. |
| 5:44 |
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The seven red flames of the cave
are lightning the horrible torture constricted to see he 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 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 |
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| 9:16 |
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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 black 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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