Lux Triumphans - Rhapsody

At the court of King Chaos

Only blood can write its own tragedy

Mighty warriors from the silver hills march

All led by golden winds

Elves and trolls from holy mystic woods

Run through the last snow

He's now coming from the middle lands

Handling proud his magic sword

Glory pride and honor ride with him

Burns the flame of north

They will all meet in the Kazar ruins

Not so far from Ancelot

In the temple of the fallen one

Their hope will be born born born born born

Born from the ashes of ancient glory

Born

They all hail the mighty chosen one

Reaching the skies with their cry

They are ready to reach Ancelot

Arwald's calling loud loud loud loud

Glory ride with us

Lux triumphans

Magic and steel Gods lead us to new dawn