Testo He Polic Ealo

(Dedicated to all those brave ones, betrayed by leaving the GrandCivilization in the hands of a fake God; the Byzantine empire.)Riders cross the raging firetonguesAs the cannons shot the grandstoneThe ghost of past is here to stayAnd the kingdome will surrounding with visionsOf the empire, it's failing, by blood and fireBloodbath; as heads falling with no voiceThe war knight is here, risen from the mountains across