Hordes Of Yore - The Flight of Turul
"Kiss the edge of Isten Kardja
Take your pledge and rise as King
Tonight rest your men for battle
For morrow you shall make them sing
For Rome's fall an eulogy,
Sung each time your blade does swing.
Westwards flies the bane of Rome
Carried swift on Turul's Wings..."
Letras Hordes Of Yore