The Aquilonia Suite - DOMINE

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!