Flies to where old dragons are lying
   the cry for the triumph for my magic sword
   Burns the pride of my mighty conscience
   while rises the sceptre of our wise lord
   So thunder and storm, the rage of the sword
   the fury of my war
   The axe of the dwarf, the blood on the stone
   the scream for the eternal
  
   Rage in the wind at the triumph for my magic steel
   you will taste the blade of the ancient sword... and
   Rage in the wind at the triumph for my magic steel
   led by hundreds of mighty and fallen lords
  
   Dead, laments and unholy sorrow
   The heads of the fallen are staining the snow
   May this be the last hated cruel war
   I'm looking at my skies but they answer not!
   So thunder and storm, the rage of the sword
   the fury of my war
   The axe of the dwarf, the blood on the stone
   the scream for the eternal
  
   Rage in the wind at the triumph for my magic steel
   you will taste the blade of the ancient sword... and
   Rage in the wind at the triumph for my magic steel
   led by hundreds of mighty and proudly fallen brave lords
  
   Old cathedrals dusty graves where nest the seeds of holy victory
   Blood from old crypts gushing out to drown the deadly cosmic enemy
   Steel all around for the king and his crown
   Winds of the dawn are caressing us all...
   Ancelot smiles at the knights' epic cry
   Thanks to the old and their emerald sword
   The kingdom is now hailing the triumph over Dargor
   and he the man from Loregard he stands in front of all... of all!