4/18/2011
Rhapsody - Lux Triumphans
At the court of king Chaos only bloodcan 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 from the asches 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
'Glory ride with us! Lux triumphans
Magic and steelgods lead us to a new dawn
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