Текст песни RHAPSODY - Lux Triumphans
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Текст песни RHAPSODY - Lux Triumphans
(Staropoli)"At the court of king Chaos only bloodcan write its own tragedy..." Mighty warriors from the silver hillsmarch, all led by golden windsElves and trolls from holy mystic woods( )run through the last snow He's now coming from the middle landshandling proud his magic swordGlory, pride and honor ride with himBurns the flame of northThey will all meet in the Kazar ruinsnot so far from AncelotIn the temple of the fallen onetheir hope will be born... Born from the ashes of ancient glory... Born! They all hail the mighty chosen onereaching the skies with their cryThey are ready to reach AncelotArwald's calling loud...