When all seemed to dissapear from our sight
When ruins seemed to perpetuate the fall
When the agony ws imminent, was resounding
When the ashes seemed the final, decadence
When others styles wanted to dominate
The essence of the classical sound re-emerged from their roots
The ancient warriors are raising their voice again
Invoking the real, proclaiming the truth
Now the hordes have come
to reign over the fashions
Our empire over of steel has returned
to resume its position
Now the legions will proclaim
our resurgence as bearers of throne
The legacy of the real must be perpetual
When ruins seemed to perpetuate the fall
When the agony ws imminent, was resounding
When the ashes seemed the final, decadence
When others styles wanted to dominate
The essence of the classical sound re-emerged from their roots
The ancient warriors are raising their voice again
Invoking the real, proclaiming the truth
Now the hordes have come
to reign over the fashions
Our empire over of steel has returned
to resume its position
Now the legions will proclaim
our resurgence as bearers of throne
The legacy of the real must be perpetual