Proud jewel of hyboria, the splendor of the dreaming west The mighty Aquilonia, whose warrior spirit knows no rest The golden lion banners shall fly upon each nation's mast The stout bossonian archers cover the pikes on Gunderland The black dragons are riding, their charge led by the king himself
In fire, steel and blood the empire was born
First to fall is Zingara followed by Argos and Ophir No one can stop our power, conquest is our destiny Enforce our laws upon them, create the new eternity The vile plots of Nemedia are laughing matter for our king Zamora and Brythunia shall pay with Koth for their deceit Their alliance is broken by our legion's iron fist
In fire, steel and blood the empire was born
At the height of power trouble brews in western lands Pictish clans united, ion weapons in their hands Marches undefended taste the fury and the flame As the northern warriors complete the end of our age
In fire, steel and blood the empire was born In fire, steel and blood the empire will fallTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
