Rhapsody
lux triumphans
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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
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 steel gods lead us to a new dawn
- Album:
- Symphony of Enchanted Lands II - The Dark Secret
- Power of the Dragonflame
- Rain of A Thousand Flames
- Dawn of Victory
- Symphony of Enchanted Lands
- Legendary Tales
- Miscellaneous
- Queen of The Dark Horizons
- Holy Thunderforce
- Live in Canada 2005 - The Dark Secret
- The Dark Secret
- The Keepers Of Jericho: A Tribute To Helloween Part I & II
- Tales from the Emerald Sword Saga
- Symphony of Enchanted Lands, Vol. 2: The Dark Secret
- Compilation
- Power Metal
- The Keepers of Jericho: A Tribute to Helloween, Pts. 1 & 2
- Eternal Glory