Rise and fall (the imperial chronicles)

Proud jewel of hyboria, the splendor of the dreaming west
The mighty aquilonia, whose warrior spirit knows no rest
The golden lion banners shall fly upon each nation's mast
The stout bossonian archers cover the pikes on gunderland
The black dragons are riding, their charge led by the king himself

In fire, steel and blood the empire was born
First to fall is zingara followed by argos and ophir
No one can stop our power, conquest is our destiny
Enforce our laws upon them, create the new eternity
The vile plots of nemedia are laughing matter for our king
Zamora and brythunia shall pay with koth for their deceit
Their alliance is broken by our legion's iron fist

In fire, steel and blood the empire was born
At the height of power trouble brews in western lands
Pictish clans united, ion weapons in their hands
Marches undefended taste the fury and the flame
As the northern warriors complete the end of our age
In fire, steel and blood the empire was born
In fire, steel and blood the empire will fall