كلمات Battlefield Aenaon

Thousands days and nights we travel Riding through the eastern land No surrender, never looking homeward back Merciless the sun above us Tired off the countless fights Conquerors of glory at the edge of time Macedonian sun is rising Over kingdoms of our foes Alexanders' born to triumph War unleashed like raging thunderstorm The omen given from the gods up high Prophecies of old shall be fulfilled We claim the throne and crown of persia Bringing all nations to their knees Faced as enemies or heroes Cities falling in our hands An empire once so mighty turned to dust On our swords blood cannot dry War is life it feeds our souls Under alexander's order we march on Son of phillip is thirsty For more victories and fame No one shall escape the phalanx Rites of destiny cannot be changed