And when the true king rises
he will ride his horse west, not east
scorned in blood will be his boots
glory and daphnes on his head
And the three goddesses of fate
might smile to the world again
Miserable Romans
Barbarian northern tribes
Egyptian pretenders
Zionistic Hebrew thieves
Pawns, pawns, pawns of the apostate
You burned a temple of knowledge
to build this....
The Dorian race,
the Dorians are always here
guarding the north from the south
they took our name, we live
and i lead them...tonight
And Alexandros the Sixth
is on his way...
"My father will get ahead of me
in everything, and will leave
nothing great for me to do"
Descendant of Achilles...
Ride your Thessalian horse
"Oh my son, seek out a kingdom
worthy of thyself, for this one
is too little for thee"
Two horns,
son of Zeus,
it's almost time...
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