Set sail for victory

The throne of might, from my empty fight
the place from a turned and a dying flame

The throne of might, the empty fight
the place from a turned and a dying flame

This is a story from above, from a sailing ship for fight
this songs are different, songs of a beauty shine

We are the silence, fill with rig and beauty
We are the bad boy, with no honour like a boil of a loud war

Like we tried to turn the attitude
with a power of the sound.
But the king of the throne, took the strongest past
in land with the tourist of the serious battle.

A miss of this battle, the chosen one sure got painfull.
The sounds echo, we got paid into the boil.