Where is the glory that my father foretold me when I was young and full of hopes? Too long I've lived in the walls of this castle I was deaf to my fate and its call But now I hear distant voices inside, from the start of my bloodline they scream: "Rise! Saddle your steed and ride where the winds death or glory may bring"
From every corner of this land of Nemedia come the echoes of pillage and rape We, the last bulwark of Hyborian splendour in a world that has been set aflame War! Spreading like wild fire on the lands my ancestors called theirs No! I can no longer wait I will not see my people in chains I will ride with my bondsmen tonight to avenge or to die
Follow the call of the messenger, ride on the black winds of war Warriors arise ready to defend, for our land and our gods
Splendid the sight of my ironclad warriors Riding into the sun side by side The red dragon banner is unfurled once again Father Mitra watch proud from the skies Knight! You know war is your fate, So be ready to kill or be slain Blood is the price you must pay For nobility, dignity and fame We will ride with our swords to the sky, We are ready to die!
Follow the call of the messenger, ride on the black winds of war Warriors arise ready to defend, for our land and our gods
See now their host all gathered, horse-archers from Turan Seal the ranks, stay together, don't turn your back to run Cataphracts run toward us, they will soon meet their doom I see their arrows flying... Death will be raining soon!
"And the army of the baron struck with all its noble might But the arrows from Hyrkania were too much for them to fight Still they fought like cornered lions ten killed for each one that died And upon that field of battle the turanian Khan did die"
Bards will sing long of this day when nemedian knights stood their ground High is the price the invaders have paid let our glory forever resound In the sky, in the way up high, for victorious we die!
Follow the call of the messenger, ride on the black winds of war Warriors arise ready to defend, for our land and our gods Follow the call of the messenger, ride on the black winds of war Come from above choosers of the slain take us to where we belongTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
