Testo di The Dark Age

The rise of the conqueror, defying the kings Haunting their dreams, it's time to conspire! The Celts ride to war, to battle the Saxons Three king versus one but his power is growing Ring-giver to men Won eternal glory Of noble descent All hail the warrior king They clove the shield, the warriors brave Nothing could stop them, no foe remains Hacking and slashing the enemy's face Bloodiest warfare, a bloodbath displays Ring-giver to men Won eternal glory Of noble descent All hail the warrior king He was the victor over his enemies Proud men of the king showed their loyalty They hewed battle shields with remnants of hammers They wrote history, Saxon Victory! ‎