[07:17.00]On the rise of a new dawning
[07:17.00] I gaze upon a pagan mass
[07:17.00] Who cry in tones of victory and hail their gods in the skies
[07:17.00] Their shields and armor are glittering under the heat of a heathen sun
[07:17.00] Their hearts face with the pride to follow their father long gone
[07:17.00] The blades of their weapon are bloody wet with flesh christian blood
[07:17.00] Storming through the battlefields for the pantheon of their god
[07:17.00] They ride their steeds to new frontiers forever more in the night...
[07:17.00] Ah... Marching of the hordes...
[07:17.00] Against a sky tinted crimson red
[07:17.00] Over bloodsoaked meadows
[07:17.00] Through the ashes of the shamanic flames
[07:17.00] From the Anatolia shadows