Marching to war, miles from home
Hunting Darius under the Asian sun
Rays of fire throws Apollon on our eyes
We will prevail, we'll rip the tyrant of his might
Our bodies grow weary but our king shows the way
Into the desert hunting the Persian Prey
Outnumbered by thousands, to the edge of his land
The old king of Asia lies dead by his servant's hand
The prophecy of Gordius, the old man's words come to mind
The ruler of Asia will be the one who solves the "Tie"
Marching to war
Writing his name onto history
The Macedon ruler of all eternity
Bringing together all of mankind
Hellas now awakens barbarians' mind