Ride Through The Achaemenid Empire 가사

The southern music of the wind, whines in unrest a tune As it travels from hellas, to the depths of the empire A wind of change rises in the east, overtaking the achaemenid chimes: For who could ever beileve, the old God-king could bleed? Ride, ride, alexander ride! To the ends of the empire! Cut the persians cut them down With one mighty strike! The thundering of hooves, becomes the crimson of our flag And the flash, the flash of bronze, spells death for every foe! What was once a dream for every valiant greek Alexander's flashing sword in three epic battles' won Ride, ride, alexander ride! To the ends of the empire! Cut the persians cut them down With one mighty strike! Both death and mercy were dealt by his mighty hand A noble heart, a leader of men: Alexander of macedon Born in pella - fathered by zeus the son of amon-ra! Tables are turned as old thrones now burn The gates of babylon spread open wide! What was once a dream for every valiant greek Alexander's flashing sword in three epic battles' won: Ride - ride alexander ride! To the ends of the empire! Cut the persians - cut them down With one mighty strike! "Like a beacon alight the great pyramid shines: An omen Behind of victories ahead, Alexander rides!" Ride!