We heard the horns in the hills
Swords shone in the midday sun


The north has obeyed his will
Countless are the battles he´s 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

He´s riding proud

Finally he´s home
But nothing´s 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 there´s poison everywhere


An empire...

With his head held high...