Lux Triumphans

At the court of king Chaos only blood
 can write its own tragedy...'
 march, all led by golden winds
 Mighty warriors from the silver hills
 Elves and trolls from holy mystic woods
 run through the last snow
 Glory, pride and honor ride with him
 handling proud his magic sword
 He's now coming from the middle lands
 Burns the flame of north
 They will all meet in the Kazar ruins
 In the temple of the fallen one
 not so far from Ancelot
 their hope will be born...
 Born from the asches 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...
 Magic and steelgods lead us to a new dawn'Glory ride with us! Lux triumphans!