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 Flies to where old  are lying
 the cry for  triumph for my magic sword
 Burns the pride  my mighty conscience
 while rises the  of our wise lord
 So thunder and storm, the rage  the sword
 the fury of my 
 The axe of the dwarf, the  on the stone
 the scream for the 
 
 Rage in the wind at the  for my magic steel
 you will taste the blade of the ancient sword... 
 Rage in the  at the triumph for my magic steel
 led by hundreds of  and fallen lords
 
 Dead, laments  unholy sorrow
 The heads of the fallen  staining the snow
 May this be the last  cruel war
 I'm looking at my skies but they answer 
 So thunder  storm, the rage of the sword
 the  of my war
 The axe of  dwarf, the blood on the stone
 the  for the eternal
 
 Rage in the wind at  triumph for my magic steel
 you will taste the blade of the ancient sword... 
 Rage in the wind  the triumph for my magic steel
  by hundreds of mighty and proudly fallen brave lords
 
 Old cathedrals dusty graves where nest the seeds of  victory
 Blood  old crypts gushing out to drown the deadly cosmic enemy
 Steel all around for the  and his crown
 Winds of the  are caressing us all...
 Ancelot  at the knights' epic cry
 Thanks to the old and their  sword
 The kingdom is now hailing  triumph over Dargor
 and he the  from Loregard he stands in front of all... of all!