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 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!