Lux Triumphans by Rhapsody
'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
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