Triumph For My Magic Steel

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 hundred 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 hundred of mighty and fallen 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 emerlad sword The kingdom is now hailing the triumph over Dargor and he the man from Loregard he stands in front of all... of all