Rhapsody Lux Triumphans lyrics

At the court of King Chaos
Only blood can write its own tragedy
Mighty warriors from the silver hills march
All led by golden winds
Elves and trolls from holy mystic woods
Run through the last snow

He's now coming from the middle lands
Handling proud his magic sword
Glory, pride and honor ride with him
Burns the flame of north

They will all meet in the Kazar ruins
Not so far from Ancelot
In the temple of the fallen one

Their hope will be born

Born from the ashes of ancient glory
Born

They all hail the mighty chosen one
Reaching the skies with their cry
They are ready to reach Ancelot
Arwald's calling loud

Glory ride with us, Lux triumphans
Magic and steel gods lead us to a new dawn