the sorrows of victory

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!

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!

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!