The Sorrows of Victory

Prolog: We welcome the wandering years, We follow the road of destinies And ten thousand men ride by my side, Leaving their homes and pasts behind At my command, the greatest armies fall like leaves And I triumph, so I carry the sorrows of victory
A feeling of fatedness captures my mind We are the favoured few and I am the chosen one Bright eyes stare Now I carry the sorrows of victory And dark eyes glisten A passage at arms, in veneration of the enemy
As crusaders leave their fortresses, sent by the only god Blessed and elected man at arms I see a grand and noble army of the highest knights Brave and superior, elite leaders, never to be conquered Yield to their fate, delivered to the splendid force of destiny Their graceful providence predestinated By the holy ghost alone
Their death defiance is so vital for this upright war They ride with courage born from true belief Boundless devotion, until their self-abandonment From the beginning longing for his glorious order To be immortal and eternalized As deathless songs will carry all their names This glorious endeavor, eternalized
Ad perpetuam memoriam!
Interludium: Gone are their colours, all saviors lost without a trace Set to each other by the same divinity, As they stare into an unknown distance Untold passages at arms, welcome his triumph, eternally ...and we carry the sorrows of victory
Oh, this glorious disaster, immortalized Per omnia saecula saeculorum. In perpetuum! I carry the sorrows of victory
As crusaders reach the promised land Their sense of mission unrestrained, I see a grand and noble army of the highest knights Doomed and convicted, Haunted elite leaders never to return Per omnia saecula saeculorum. In perpetuum!