Woorden: Rhapsody. Dawn Of Victory. Triumph For My Magic Steel.

Flies to where old dragons are lying
Burns the pride of my mighty conscience
the cry for the triumph for my magic sword
while rises the sceptre of our wise lord

the scream for the eternal
So thunder and storm, the rage of the sword
the fury of my war
The axe of the dwarf, the blood on the stone
Rage in the wind at the triumph for my magic steel

Rage in the wind at the triumph for my magic steel
you will taste the blade of the ancient sword... and
led by hundred of mighty and fallen lords

The heads of the fallen are staining the snow
Dead, laments and unholy sorrow
I'm looking at my skies but they answer not!
May this be the last hated cruel war

So thunder and storm, the rage of the sword
the scream for the eternal
the fury of my war


The axe of the dwarf, the blood on the stone
Rage in the wind at the triumph for my magic steel
you will taste the blade of the ancient sword... and
led by hundred of mighty and fallen lords
Rage in the wind at the triumph for my magic steel
Old cathedrals dusty graves where nest the seeds of
holy victory

Blood from old crypts gushing out to drown the deadly
cosmic enemy
Winds of the dawn are caressing us all...
Steel all around for the king and his crown
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