(Dedicated to all those brave ones, betrayed by leaving the Grand

Civilization in the hands of a fake God; the Byzantine empire.)

Riders cross the raging firetongues

As the cannons shot the grandstone

The ghost of past is here to stay

And the kingdome will surrounding with visions

Of the empire, it's failing, by blood and fire

Bloodbath; as heads falling with no voice

The war knight is here, risen from the mountains across

_HE POLIC EALO_

By steel and stonethrowers arrives the end

As the sky turns dim and the ground red