Из альбома: Medievil
We heard the horns in the hills
Swords shone in the midday sun
The north has obeyed his will
Countless are the battles he´s won
An empire of a living God
As was told in the tales of old
Will rise from a sea of blood marble white
And purest gold
Brave men fought and fell
For the empire of the great
They were strong but he gave them hell
The battle made the world vibrate
An empire...
With his head held high
He enters the gates of Rome
Into the heart of the mightiest city of all
He´s riding proud
Finally he´s home
But nothing´s the same anymore behind those city walls
Flowers are covering the streets
But he feels the malice in the air
The smell in the air is so sweet
Still there´s poison everywhere
An empire...
With his head held high...........