The sun’s just started his march and the clouds darken the plain Look – the swords high in the sky are ready to fight The winds brush their skins Now no move – eyes to eyes Honour, pride, fates of their mates in a single fight Hear the force of the winds An era is dying Hear the rumbling of thunders The sound of the blades Master of the thunder Their future in your hands Master of the thunder It’s the birth of the empire The king is on the ground Now defeated, bloody, unarmed Praying for a noble burial or his life to be speared Around him, holy and bright The sword – belt of his friend shines Blinded by anger, Aeneas slays the foe Hear the force of the winds An era is dying Hear the rumbling of thunders The sound of the blades Master of the thunder Their future in your hands Master of the thunder It’s the birth of the empire The storm is near The hero fights alone Aeneas slays the foe blinded by anger