We heard the horns in the hills
Swords shone in the midday sun
The north has obeyed his will
Countless are the
battles hes won
An empire of a living God
As was told in the tales of old
Will rise from a sea of blood marble white
And
purest gold
Brave men fought and fell
For the empire of the great
They were strong but he gave them hell
The battle
made the world vibrate
An empire...
With his head held high
He enters the gates of Rome
Into the heart of the
mightiest city of all
Hes riding proud
Finally hes home
But nothings the same anymore behind those city walls
Flowers
are covering the streets
But he feels the malice in the air
The smell in the air is so sweet
Still theres poison
everywhere
An empire...
With his head held high...........
