It's been dark times on the plains
Where fate led us to claim
My addiction to power, for nothing else is worth to aim
It guides me to the unknown far cast
Over Persian sands, mystic
Where Macedonian winds are blowing future realms
I hear the people's moan
Howling rotten rain to come
An endless army of men, scattered like crumbs

Darius hear my oath
In Gaugamela where we'll fight
Confidence is loath
In Gaugamela where we'll fight

Come from the camp,
thousand folders are deployed on the barren land
We are outnumbered
But the strength is our plant pondered
I don't believe we are beneath
The Persian tiger is moving weak
There is a river out to fill
With poor blood
Don't stand still!

Darius hear my oath
In Gaugamela where we'll fight
Confidence is loath
In Gaugamela where we'll fight

Do not run away
I will pray for you to fall in silence

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