The fires of fever consume Alexander just as the sly wizards of Babylon forewarned... The trumpet is silent; the ride of the heroes has come to a halt... The King of the world is locked in a deadly struggle with the Lord of the underworld... But he has yet one fight in him left... Chaldean poisons of the Semite magi could not mar the water of life running through his veins... for legends never die! Alexander was shrouded in the golden mists of the sky - called by Zeus the Father on high... He flew like an eagle soaring towards the sun to claim immortality's crown made of Faethon's living light...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
