Rhapsody - Lux Triumphans - Sözleri

At the court of king Chaos only blood

can write its own tragedy...'



march, all led by golden winds

Mighty warriors from the silver hills

Elves and trolls from holy mystic woods

run through the last snow

Glory, pride and honor ride with him



handling proud his magic sword



He's now coming from the middle lands

Burns the flame of north

They will all meet in the Kazar ruins

In the temple of the fallen one

not so far from Ancelot

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...

Magic and steelgods lead us to a new dawn'Glory ride with us! Lux triumphans!



														   

														   











		
			



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