Far, far away a long, long time ago From the dawn of time, a king shall rise Black, on the snowy horizon hundreds of stallions are riding Sun beams breaking trough the clouds are shining on the swords of their riders They bear a standard of the blackest steel with two snakes facing each other The symbol of a new born religion, rising to crush all the others Riding like the cold winter wind Killing and wading through gore Their mission, by the name of their lord is the search for the purest steel Spilling sacred life's blood and quenching a power mad thirst for the mightiest of might, They ride! The riders of Tulsha doom Ave domine! Ave domine! By barbarian strengh and Cimmerian pride Aquilona's crown shall one day be mine By barbarian strengh and Cimmerian pride Aquilona's crown shall one day be mine No survivor has stood in their way but aboy with hate in his eyes This boy will grow stronger and stronger each day to be ready to fight A man who someday will be a great king by his own hand and will for revenge To crush the riders who brought the snakes on that day when snow became red He'll be riding like the cold winter wind Killing and wading through gore His destiny, by the name of himself is to bear a jeweled crown Spilling evil life's blood and quenching the thirst for revenge he's feeling inside, He rides! The conqueror, the barbarian who one day shall be king In lakes of blood his enemies are drowning He'll be riding like the cold winter wind Killing and wading through gore His destiny, by the name of himself is to bear a jeweled crown Spilling evil life's blood and quenching the thirst for revenge he's feeling inside, He rides! [VI. Victory in sight]