Sacred Blood - Ride Through The Achaemenid Empire Songtexte
The southern music of the wind, whines in unrest a tune
As it travels from hellas, to the depths of the empire
A wind of change rises in the east, overtaking the achaemenid chimes:
For who could ever beileve, the old God-king could bleed?
Ride, ride, alexander ride!
To the ends of the empire!
Cut the persians cut them down
With one mighty strike!
The thundering of hooves, becomes the crimson of our flag
And the flash, the flash of bronze, spells death for every foe!
What was once a dream for every valiant greek
Alexander's flashing sword in three epic battles' won
Ride, ride, alexander ride!
To the ends of the empire!
Cut the persians cut them down
With one mighty strike!
Both death and mercy were dealt by his mighty hand
A noble heart, a leader of men: Alexander of macedon
Born in pella - fathered by zeus the son of amon-ra!
Tables are turned as old thrones now burn
The gates of babylon spread open wide!
What was once a dream for every valiant greek
Alexander's flashing sword in three epic battles' won:
Ride - ride alexander ride!
To the ends of the empire!
Cut the persians - cut them down
With one mighty strike!
"Like a beacon alight the great pyramid shines: An omen
Behind of victories ahead, Alexander rides!"