Fire is raging on the battlefield
   while Arwald is fighting the war of kings
   The army of Dragor, the thunder, the storm...
   so people are calling the brave and his sword
   No time left to save the wise throne!
  
   Shades of a past not so far to forget ...
   the rise of the demons from their bloody hell!
   So come mighty warrior to light the lost hope
   For Tharos the dragon and your cosmic soul ...
   Now handle your emerald sword!
  
   For Ancelot
   The ancient cross of war
   For the holy town of gods
   Gloria, gloria perpetua
   In this dawn of victory
  
   The ride of dead and their practice of pain
   Is prouding in him as a traffic quake
   You're closer and closer now follow their smell
   With your holy armour the steel in your hand
   Fly angel of bloody revenge!
  
   For Ancelot
   The ancient cross of war
   For the holy town of gods
   Gloria, gloria perpetua
   In this dawn of victory
  
   Tragic and farious the clash of the steel of gods
   And so magic the power, the sword in his valorous hands
   Oceans of fire are blasting the throne of demons
   And from distant red skies the thunders are calling his name
   The name of the master of pain!
  
   For Ancelot
   The ancient cross of war
   For the holy town of gods
   Gloria, gloria perpetua
   In this dawn of victory