| On wheels of pain the whip cracked on | |
| Flames of rage and hate were fed | |
| Columns of sadness throughout the snow | |
| In the arena I laughed at death | |
| Like phoenix rising | |
| Out of the fire and darkness | |
| The sword... | |
| Ancient sword of the dead | |
| Ancient sword of the dead | |
| Hear the ballad of singing swords | |
| At my youth the future foretold | |
| Once bitten by the serpent of druids | |
| Times of chaos we will behold | |
| Ancient sword of the dead | |
| Ancient sword of the dead | |
| Ancient sword of the dead | |
| Revealed to me on this night | |
| On the wings of an eagle | |
| I'm hoping to fly | |
| Hordes of helmeted skeleton's | |
| Hiss the Atlantean rhymes | |
| Bestowed I now realise | |
| That this sword afterall lives in mind | |
| Unleashed is the scoria of my kingdom | |
| Searching the valley, the guardians are waiting | |
| Our freedom can only be restored | |
| When the sword of burning Metal is wield |