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Rhapsody (Of Fire) - Lux Triumphans/Dawn Of Victory (Subtitulada)

Lux Triumphans: "At the court of king Chaos only blood can write its 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 honor 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 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... "Glory ride with us! Lux triumphans! Magic and steelgods lead us to a new dawn... " ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dawn Of Victory: Fire is raging on the battlefield while Arwald is fighting the war of the kings The army of Dargor, the thunder, the storm... so people are calling the brave and his sword No time left to save the wise throne! Shades of a past not so far to forget... the rise of the demons from their bloody Hell! So come mighty warrior to light the lost hope for Tharos the dragon and your cosmic soul... Now handle your emerald sword! For Ancelot the ancient cross of war for the holy town of gods Gloria, gloria perpetua in this dawn of victory The ride of the dead and their practice of pain is pounding in him as a terrific quake You're closer and closer now follow their smell with your holy armour the steel in your hand Fly angel of bloody revenge! For Ancelot the ancient cross of war for the holy town of gods Gloria, gloria perpetua in this dawn of victory Tragic and furious the clash of the steel of the gods and so magic the power, the sword in his valorous hands Oceans of fire are blasting the throne of the demons and from distant red skies the thunders are calling his name the name of the master of pain! For Ancelot the ancient cross of war for the holy town of gods Gloria, gloria perpetua in this dawn of victory Gloria, gloria perpetua in this dawn of victory.