• Fire is raging on the battlefield
    while Arwald is fighting the war of kings
    The army of Dragor, the thunder, the storm...
    so people are calling the brave and his sword
    No time left to save the wise throne!

    Shades of a past not so far to forget ...
    the rise of the demons from their bloody hell!
    So come mighty warrior to light the lost hope
    For Tharos the dragon and your cosmic soul ...
    Now handle your emerald sword!

    For Ancelot
    The ancient cross of war
    For the holy town of gods
    Gloria, gloria perpetua
    In this dawn of victory

    The ride of dead and their practice of pain
    Is pounding in him as a terrific quake
    You're closer and closer now follow their smell
    With your holy armour the steel in your hand
    Fly angel of bloody revenge!

    For Ancelot
    The ancient cross of war
    For the holy town of gods
    Gloria, gloria perpetua
    In this dawn of victory

    Tragic and furious the clash of the steel of gods
    And so magic the power, the sword in his valorous hands
    Oceans of fire are blasting the throne of demons
    And from distant red skies the thunders are calling his name
    The name of the master of pain!

    For Ancelot
    The ancient cross of war
    For the holy town of gods
    Gloria, gloria perpetua
    In this dawn of victory