I will sail over the seas and oceans
And my ships will follow the echoes of your cries
I will keep the faith, on a path to Ilion
For our souls together will never die

Running thru the fire
Trooper from my holy reign
We feed the empire
With the blood of oriental lands

I still pretend the troops of Priam
Will surrender in pain

Paris my son captured the beauty, abducted the youth
From depravity and idleness and brought her facing truth
The cries of Helen sound in Troia as a great victory
And time has come to hold heads high and face the ennemies

From inside the walls my legions devise the counter-attack
They will enslave your soldiers before they could turn back
The tales of Priam, king of Troia, engraved in memories
Will count the rout of Helenics for a hundred centuries

Caught into a nightmare
Lost without any prayer
Believe in my word
There’s a Quenn still hoping for help

Until the dawn i’ll sceal my fate on a path to Ilion …
A path to Ilion …
A path to Ilion …