to the ruler of man Oh hear the valkyries sing your life or death they bring your future held within to bring forth the sword of the king The heir
to the Ruler of Man Oh, hear the Valkries sing Your Life or Death they bring Your Future held within To bring forth the Sword of the King The Heir
enemy Hungry for the battle Fighting hard for victory In the army of the king Armed with shield and sword We mounted our horses Leaving on a sacred quest
immortal majesty... (of an empire forged long before the vast seas rose in devouring fury!) What shimmering swords raised in combat once sang with the glorious clamour of steel on steel
beckons... [Lord Angsaar, Dark Liege of Chaos:] Come, great king of Hyperboria, march against me with your splendid legions and shimmering swords. I, the Bane of the Atlantean Kings
destiny beckons... Lord Angsaar, Dark Liege of Chaos: Come, great king of Hyperboria, march against me with your splendid legions and shimmering swords. I, the Bane of the Atlantean Kings
king shall rise [II. The riders of Tulsha doom] Black, on the snowy horizon hundreds of stallions are riding Sun beams breaking trough the clouds are shining on the swords
Once a mighty king ruled in a northern land his enemies he fought with steel and iron hand. So many tales were told, his name a glorious sound, "god-like
steel their loves Land and kin, is everything, their only god is war Hear of the ages when war was the world An honor to die by the sword Eons pass
wooorrrlld famous wake up show [rza] Bobby steels, staple' tails, mc's get your lips stapled Project killa hill is stamped on the map like the compass Sacred sword
Rising Unchained All that I tell you now Sure as a Sacred Vow I may be Bloody, but I am unbowed [THE GODHEAD:] Die, fall on your Sword, fall on
I'm Rising Unchained All That I Tell You Now Sure As A Sacred Vow I May Be Bloody, But I Am Unbowed Die, Fall On Your Sword, Fall On Your Knees Die Like
Over majestic peaks We hail the fallen kings Great warriors born to win Celestial blazing steel Millions of swords and shields Flaming the coldest wind
war! [The Wizards of Vyrgothia:] Darkly bejeweled circlet of night, Crown of the Elder King, Unfettered at last the Trinity of Might, the Sceptre, the Sword
stygian sword following their last cataclysmic encounter many aeons past, and that yard of fearsome black steel spoke once more to the King in the same
sacred earth. With faith and steel we walk our shadowed paths, our blood runs as fire, swords blessed by sorcery. Wolves of the north, raise thine steel