Lyrics:

At the court of King Chaos
Only blood can write it's own tragedy

Mighty warriors from the Silver Hills
March, all led by golden winds
Elves and trolls from holy mystic woods
Run through the last snow

He's now coming from the Middle Lands
Handling proud his magic Sword
Glory, pride and honour ride with him
Burns the flame of north

They will all meet in the Kazar ruins
Not so far from Ancelot
In the temple of the Fallen One
Their hope will be born, born, born, born, born
From the ashes 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, loud, loud, loud
Glory ride with us
Lux triumphans
Magic and steelgods
Lead us to a new dawn