The Son of Amon Ra

"Macedonia, the northlands of Hellas,
Is the place of my birth,
The fountain of my blood;
And I am her proudest son!"

Xerxes dared defy - the sons of Pella rise:
Wth sarissae aligned, Alexander rides!
Into fire, into war - unto glories long:
Rivers foam with blood - Cyrus on his knees!

A word is inscribed on our shields and minds:
Revenge!

Fierce like the tiger, deadly as an asp;
Proud like a lion, soaring the eagle
Legions are advancing from Tigris to Euphrates
Led by the son of Amon Ra!

Before the great pyramid he swore,
In the shadow of the pharaoh,
Anointed by those who guard secrets untold
Alexander was dubbed the son of Amon Ra.

A ruler, a king,
A warlord, a God!
By birthright, by might,
A sovereign lord, noble of heart!

A word is inscribed on our shields and minds:
Revenge!

Fierce like the tiger, deadly as an asp;
Proud like a lion, soaring with the eagle
Legions are advancing from Tigris to Euphrates
Led by the son of Amon Ra!

But one night he dreamt
The never-ending dream
Then the clarion fell silent
And wailing winds prevailed.

Echoes of war
In ancient times fought,
Still linger on
Where a lonely mermaid weeps
Stranded ashore.

Fierce like the tiger, deadly as an asp;
Proud like a lion, soaring with the eagle
Legions are advancing from Tigris to Euphrates
Led by the son of Amon Ra!