The emperors return

We heard the horns in the hills

swords shone in the midday sun

the north has obeyed his will

countless are the battles he´s won

an empire of a living God

as was told in the tales of old

will rise from a sea of blood marble white

and purest gold

brave men fought and fell

for the empire of the great

they were strong but he gave them hell

the battle made the world vibrate

an empire...

With his head held high

he enters the gates of Rome

into the heart of the mightiest city of all

he´s riding proud

finally he´s home

but nothing´s the same anymore behind those city walls

flowers are covering the streets

but he feels the malice in the air

the smell in the air is so sweet

still there´s poison everywhere

an empire...

With his head held high...........