Triumph For My Magic Steel

Flies to where old dragons are lying Burns the pride of my mighty conscience the cry for the triumph for my magic sword while rises the sceptre of our wise lord the scream for the eternal So thunder and storm, the rage of the sword the fury of my war The axe of the dwarf, the blood on the stone Rage in the wind at the triumph for my magic steel Rage in the wind at the triumph for my magic steel you will taste the blade of the ancient sword... and led by hundred of mighty and fallen lords The heads of the fallen are staining the snow Dead, laments and unholy sorrow I'm looking at my skies but they answer not! May this be the last hated cruel war So thunder and storm, the rage of the sword the scream for the eternal the fury of my war The axe of the dwarf, the blood on the stone Rage in the wind at the triumph for my magic steel you will taste the blade of the ancient sword... and led by hundred of mighty and fallen lords Rage in the wind at the triumph for my magic steel Old cathedrals dusty graves where nest the seeds of holy victory Blood from old crypts gushing out to drown the deadly cosmic enemy Winds of the dawn are caressing us all... Steel all around for the king and his crown 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