Paroles de Marching To War

Marching to war, miles from home Hunting Darius under the Asian sun Rays of fire throws Apollon on our eyes We will prevail, we'll rip the tyrant of his might Our bodies grow weary but our king shows the way Into the desert hunting the Persian Prey Outnumbered by thousands, to the edge of his land The old king of Asia lies dead by his servant's hand The prophecy of Gordius, the old man's words come to mind The ruler of Asia will be the one who solves the "Tie" Marching to war Writing his name onto history The Macedon ruler of all eternity Bringing together all of mankind Hellas now awakens barbarians' mind Marching to war