Francesco Zeta

Tragedy Songtext / Lyric


Francesco Zeta - Tragedy Songtext


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

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, born...

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