Days Of High Adventure

Sword at side or pen to write

Our weapon in our heart more than in our hand

To fall in the line or stand back to sing

We witnessed the glory of many heroes' end

We've marched aside the greatest of all

Whoever that is only the soul can tell

We sang for those who could never rest

The Days of High Adventure

In our chests, will never end

Aeons long gone and places unseen...

Our life is lost between what will be and what has been

Commanding a fleet or sounding a charge

Our souls will fill with ecstasy when we draw our swords

We'll never forget when we reigned on Aquilonia

Or fought aside the Albino Prince

Wear the Ring, Ride the Dragon, draw the Sword out of the Stone

And blow your last breath into the Horn!

We've always been there

We are the Riders of Doom

One fate: Sword and Shield

In Days of High Adventure

We are born to die on the battlefield