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Lyrics:

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 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 proudly fallen brave lords

Old cathedrals dusty graves where nest the seeds of holy victory
Blood from old crypts gushing out to drown 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 knights' epic cry
Thanks to the old
and their emerald sword
The kingdom is now hailing
the triumph over Dargor
and he the man from Loregard
he stands in front of all... of all!

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