Текст песни: Ride Through the Achaemenid Empire + перевод

As it travels from Hellas, to the depths of the empire…

A wind of change rises in the East, Overtaking the Achaemenid chimes:

For who could ever beileve, the old God-King could bleed?

Ride, Ride — Alexander ride!

To the ends of the Empire!

Cut the Persians — cut them down

With one mighty strike!

The thundering of hooves, becomes the crimson of our flag —

And the flash, the flash of bronze, spells death for every foe!

What was once a dream — for every valiant Greek

Alexander’s flashing sword — in three epic battles' won

Ride, Ride — Alexander ride!

To the ends of the Empire!

Cut the Persians — cut them down

With one mighty strike!

Both death and mercy were dealt by his mighty hand —

A noble heart, a leader of men: Alexander of Macedon

Born in Pella — Fathered by Zeus — The son of Amon-Ra!

Tables are turned as old thrones now burn —

The gates of Babylon spread open wide!

What was once a dream for every valiant Greek

Alexander’s flashing sword — in three epic battles' won:

Ride — Ride Alexander ride!

To the ends of the Empire!

Cut the Persians — cut them down

With one mighty strike!

«Like a beacon alight the Great Pyramid shines: an omen

Behind of victories ahead — Alexander rides!»

Ride!!!

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