Lyrics
[Instrumental]
(Verse 1)
In the dawn's early light, where the mist hugs the earth,
Ancient clans gather, their might to assert,
Not in malice they meet, but in honor's fierce glow,
In the valleys where echoes of ancestors flow.
(Chorus)
Raise the banners high, let the symphony start,
As rock merges with strings, so beats heart to heart,
In this grand coliseum, under sky wide and blue,
We find strength in the challenge, as our spirits renew.
(Verse 2)
From the North come the Vikings, with drums pounding like thunder,
Their voices in chorus, as loud as their plunder,
The Samurai from the East, with their flutes softly trilling,
Armor glistening under the sun, their discipline willing.
(Chorus)
Raise the banners high, let the symphony start,
As rock merges with strings, so beats heart to heart,
In this grand coliseum, under sky wide and blue,
We find strength in the challenge, as our spirits renew.
(Bridge)
The Celts from the green lands, with bagpipes and cries,
Dance around stone circles, under stormy gray skies,
And Spartans in rhythm, their shields beat as one,
With the crash of the cymbals, their march has begun.
[Guitar Solo]
[Guitar Solo]
(Chorus)
Raise the banners high, let the symphony start,
As rock merges with strings, so beats heart to heart,
In this grand coliseum, under sky wide and blue,
We find strength in the challenge, as our spirits renew.
(Outro)
So let the earth witness, these battles so bold,
Not of hatred or conquest, but of stories retold,
Through the harmony of battle, where respect is the prize,
In the symphony of ages, where our common bond lies.
Not of hatred or conquest, but of stories retold,
Through the harmony of battle, where respect is the prize,
In the symphony of ages, where our common bond lies.
[End]
