The Southern music of the wind, whines in unrest a tune
As it travels from Hellas, to the depths of the empire...
A wind of change rises in the East, Overtaking the Achaemenid chimes:
For who could ever beileve, the old God-King could bleed?
Chorus
Ride, Ride - Alexander ride!
To the ends of the Empire!
Cut the Persians - cut them down
With one mighty strike!
The thundering of hooves, becomes the crimson of our flag -
And the flash, the flash of bronze, spells d**h for every foe!
What was once a dream - for every valiant Greek
Alexander's flashing sword - in three epic battles' won
Chorus
Ride, Ride - Alexander ride!
To the ends of the Empire!
Cut the Persians - cut them down
With one mighty strike!
Both d**h and mercy were dealt by his mighty hand -
A noble heart, a leader of men: Alexander of Macedon
Born in Pella - Fathered by Zeus - The son of Amon-Ra!
Tables are turned as old thrones now burn -
The gates of Babylon spread open wide!
What was once a dream for every valiant Greek
Alexander's flashing sword - in three epic battles' won:
Ride - Ride Alexander ride!
To the ends of the Empire!
Cut the Persians - cut them down
With one mighty strike!
"Like a beacon alight the Great Pyramid shines: an omen
Behind of victories ahead - Alexander rides!"
Ride!!!!