Drakkars in the Mist

Come wind, come snow, come blazing heat and bitter rain From Macedonia we march, from the northlands of Hellas To the mouths of Euphrates for to set His throne...we are the thunderbolts of Amon Zeus, the sons of Pella Sworn to revenge--the Persians'

O mighty war Gods, mist-breathing doorkeepers of the Otherworld--Hearken now my last words Into battle I must, the fray I shall embrace and with sword of bronze I will fight our enemies! Come with us--fight steadfast Rivers run red with blood! Freedo