Far, far away a long, long time ago From the dawn of time, a king shall rise
[II. The riders of Tulsha doom]
Black, on the snowy horizon hundreds of stallions are riding Sun beams breaking trough the clouds are shining on the swords of their riders They bear a standard of the blackest steel with two snakes facing each other The symbol of a new born religion, rising to crush all the others
Riding like the cold winter wind Killing and wading through gore Their mission, by the name of their lord is the search for the purest steel Spilling sacred life's blood and quenching a power mad thirst for the mightiest of might, They ride!
The riders of Tulsha doom
Ave domine! Ave domine!
[III. The Cimmerian oath]
By barbarian strengh and Cimmerian pride Aquilona's crown shall one day be mine By barbarian strengh and Cimmerian pride Aquilona's crown shall one day be mine
No survivor has stood in their way but aboy with hate in his eyes This boy will grow stronger and stronger each day to be ready to fight A man who someday will be a great king by his own hand and will for revenge To crush the riders who brought the snakes on that day when snow became red
He'll be riding like the cold winter wind Killing and wading through gore His destiny, by the name of himself is to bear a jeweled crown Spilling evil life's blood and quenching the thirst for revenge he's feeling inside, He rides!
[IV. A prophecy in blood]
The conqueror, the barbarian who one day shall be king In lakes of blood his enemies are drowning
[V. The riders of Tulsha doom - Reprise]
He'll be riding like the cold winter wind Killing and wading through gore His destiny, by the name of himself is to bear a jeweled crown Spilling evil life's blood and quenching the thirst for revenge he's feeling inside, He rides!
[VI. Victory in sight]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
