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Back in the year 356 before Christ was born
In a part of the ancient Greece
Stones and fire, catapults pounding the walls
An ancient town under siege sounds of war fill the air
Hearts are filled with despair

We're storming the walls and smashing their gates
Ten thousand men in arms in Philipp we trust,
he lights up the world for honour and glory we'd fall

I am king, I've conquered this land this town will be mine
before the night i will crush your towers to dust
Blood and fear is my wine

Come, storm their walls and smash down their gates
The gods have chosen this day darkness we bring and
victory's near we'll reap this harvest of flame

Proud and strong we will stand victory will be ours in the end

No hesitance, no cowardice — the whip for those who start back
On and on we are marching to bloodshed, destruction attack

The enemies down to their knees, our kingdom has come
to them all a burst of steel in every street, an ancient town
ready to fall messenger comes, searching for me - breathless
he falls to his knees "Today, my king, your wife has born a
gorgeous son to thee!!!"

I praise the gods for this glorious day my triumph burns high
like a flame listen to me, my son will be king
And Alexander's his name...

Proud and strong we will stand
Victory will be ours in the end

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