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Flies to where old dragons are lying
the cry for the triumph for my magic sword
Burns the pride of my mighty conscience
while rises the sceptre of our wise lord
So thunder and storm, the rage of the sword
the fury of my war
The axe of the dwarf, the blood on the stone
the scream for the eternal

Rage in the wind at the triumph for my magic
steel
you will taste the blade of the ancient sword...
and
Rage in the wind at the triumph for my magic
steel
led by hundreds of mighty and fallen lords

Dead, laments and unholy sorrow
The heads of the fallen are staining the snow
May this be the last hated cruel war
I'm looking at my skies but they answer not!
So thunder and storm, the rage of the sword
the fury of my war
The axe of the dwarf, the blood on the stone
the scream for the eternal

Rage in the wind at the triumph of my magic steel
you will taste the blade of the ancient sword...
and
Rage in the wind at the triumph for my magic
steel
led by hundreds of mighty and proudly fallen
brave lords

Old cathedrals dusty graves where nest the seeds
of holy victory
Blood from old crypts gushing out to drawn the
deadly cosmic enemy
Steel all around for the king and his crown
Winds of the dawn are caressing us all...
Ancelot smiles at the knight's epic cry
Thanks to the old and their amerald sword
The kingdom si nim hailing the triumph aver the
Dargor
and he the man from Loregard he stands in front
of all... of all!

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