Оригинален текст
Through the d*mned halls of frozen north
I ride with silver dragons of Drakal
to make despair and spread sorrow
cause then my dark kingdom will come.
I gathered with legions of thunder
in mountain of fallen stars
where no-man have been losted
and where evil takes its form...dragon.
Chorus
Gods of war...
masters of despair...
dragonlords of the skies...
rulers of mighty kingdom...
In crimson mornings mist we battle
against whirlwinds of east.
Chorus
Gods of war...
masters of despair...
dragonlords of the skies...
rulers of mighty kingdom...
Way to perfect victory is blood
armies fall under the kings name
everything destroyed from the legions path
which is just forwarding towards...