Alexandros
"2400 years ago, there ruled a warrior in the kingdom of Macedon cold and hard, like the Northlands of Hellas from whence he was Spawned. The sun was setting on the splendor of Athens in those days... and the Valor of Sparta was falling into ruin. Holy War was the word on all lips Like the lightning bolts of Zeus, deadly and swift, they rode down the barbarians Striking in the dead of night, clutching with talons of icy death: Macedonia's grief Was thus sated with the invader's blood... But the warrior's most fierce attack on the Scourge of Easterlings, would not come from spear or sword, rider by moonlight or Victory pyre in the night - his loins would beget a son: the true hammer "Hellenic revenge..."
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
In the land of Macedonia, in the northlands of Hellas The dead King is being mourned and "vultures" covet the Sacred Throne Alexander is now King - All hail Phillip's son! Hellenic Blood, son of the Gods, the dukes of Persia he will crush! The traitors face their final judgment - Phillip's killers to the death he drags! After justice has been served, a war campaign now's on the run The Nation's League he must preserve - to the South now he marches! Thebes is now burning to the ground - Flames consume the ancient town! Chorus Doom brings with him the Bold Prince of Macedonia Traitors of Hellas you'll repent and pay the price The troops now he gathers - a holy pact he must uphold His army crossed the Hellespont - The Persian hubris must be stopped His father's dream must carry on, he wants to reach the end of world... In Granicus he is forcing, the Persian satraps to withdraw And marches on...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
The first clarion calls Commanding the ground To shake underneath The phalangites' sandaled feet! Horses of war Trampling the earth - Dust clouds doth raise A halo around the charge! Pure ran the river 'ere the clash of the swords; The Nymphs in the water Shrank back in fear Alexander shines ahead Leading the cavalry forth! A lion of gold His helmet flashes a roar: Those who stand against him shall I fall, down where Granicus flows Where Granicus flows... Red runs the river Foaming with blood; The Nymphs in the water Embracing the dead! The din of arms Was heard loud and far Ringing a knell That sang "The Persian in throes!" Barbarians impaled On Sarissae long - Their poignant screams Were carried to Abydos' halls! To Abydos' halls! Red ran the river In the battle's wake - Granicus forever Victory's shrine shall remain! Alexander triumphant Raised his broad sword - Hailing the sun And the eagles aloft!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
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Marching to war, miles from home Hunting Darius under the Asian sun Rays of fire throws Apollon on our eyes We will prevail, we'll rip the tyrant of his might! Our bodies grow weary - but our king shows the way Into the desert - hunting the Persian Prey! Outnumbered by thousands, to the edge of his land The old king of Asia lies dead by his servant's hand! The prophecy of Gordius, the old man's words come to mind The ruler of Asia will be the one who solves the "Tie" Marching to war!! Writing his name onto history The Macedon ruler of all eternity Bringing together all of mankind Hellas now awakens barbarians' mind! Marching to war!!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
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"In 332 the Mages of Tyre Read omens black Written in entrails Of their sacrifice... Yet none could believe That their citadel Could ever be breached: Surrounded by the sea A spire emerging from the blue - With death lurking behind Every battlement manned..." Alexander rode thence With phalanxes strong And great machines of war - In his eyes burned the truth Of every black omen The Mages foretold... For seven long months Catapults spat their wrath And hails of arrows Blackened the sun! The Lion of Macedonia Roared at the gates - Eager to feast On the flesh of victory! Chorus When death walked behind The mighty walls of Tyre - The laments of the east Rose in a chorus of dirge! When death was unleashed In the doomed city of Tyre - Alexander stood tall The fury of the Gods! Long and hard Was each terrible day - The Phoenicians fell from the wails Down to a watery grave! Until at last Marching up a ramp Made of corpses and debris Alexander shattered The Tyrian ivory gates: The Lion's fury was great - For each of his men Bloody revenge he did claim: No man was spared - Women and children Were sold as slaves... A solemn reminder To the barbarians who remained Repeat Chorus
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
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To the Gates of Ishtar Alexander rides By his side his troops with Sarrisa aligned Tales old of yore coming in his mind The ruler of the world stands with all his pride To the Gates of Ishtar Alexander rides Praying to the Gods of Power and might General, King, Emperor and God Alexander's now king of all the world His legend will be sung for centuries of old Listen to his tales now, there's still more to be told To the depths of Asia his army marches on The Titans he must relock behind the bronze walls And so did Hercules in an age now long gone
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
Thousands days and nights we travel Riding through the eastern land No surrender, never looking homeward back Merciless the sun above us Tired off the countless fights Conquerors of glory at the edge of time Macedonian sun is rising Over kingdoms of our foes Alexanders' born to triumph War unleashed like raging thunderstorm Chorus The omen given from the gods up high Prophecies of old shall be fulfilled We claim the throne and crown of Persia Bringing all nations to their knees Faced as enemies or heroes Cities falling in our hands An empire once so mighty turned to dust On our swords blood cannot dry War is life it feeds our souls Under Alexander's order we march on Son of Phillip is thirsty For more victories and fame No one shall escape the phalanx Rites of destiny cannot be changed Repeat chorus
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
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The Southern music of the wind, whines in unrest a tune As it travels from Hellas, to the depths of the empire... A wind of change rises in the East, Overtaking the Achaemenid chimes: For who could ever beileve, the old God-King could bleed? Chorus Ride, Ride - Alexander ride! To the ends of the Empire! Cut the Persians - cut them down With one mighty strike! The thundering of hooves, becomes the crimson of our flag - And the flash, the flash of bronze, spells death for every foe! What was once a dream - for every valiant Greek Alexander's flashing sword - in three epic battles' won Chorus Ride, Ride - Alexander ride! To the ends of the Empire! Cut the Persians - cut them down With one mighty strike! Both death and mercy were dealt by his mighty hand - A noble heart, a leader of men: Alexander of Macedon Born in Pella - Fathered by Zeus - The son of Amon-Ra! Tables are turned as old thrones now burn - The gates of Babylon spread open wide! What was once a dream for every valiant Greek Alexander's flashing sword - in three epic battles' won: Ride - Ride Alexander ride! To the ends of the Empire! Cut the Persians - cut them down With one mighty strike! "Like a beacon alight the Great Pyramid shines: an omen Behind of victories ahead - Alexander rides!" Ride!!!!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
The heart of Poseidon Is the heart of the ocean - Fathomless blue Deep ark of secrets Kept in the depths Of the sunken realms... The heart of Poseidon Is the heart of the ocean - It beats to the rhythm Of the whispering waves: It imparts the secret Of the gorgon's lament... Listen now close The ocean recalls The glorious tale Of Alexander the Great (and Nearchus the bold...)
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
In 326 The winter was cold The winds raged in spite Yet the phalanxes marched Heeding the call! "Alexander arrives! Yield or run for tour life!" The rumor did spread Like fire burning wild Massaga, Ora and Aornos fall See their pyres in the night Up to the stars burning high Across the old satrapies King Porus was in fear To Ganges he did pray - But - alas - he did so in vain! Macedonian force! At the ends of the world Clashed with the foe - Painted men and outlandish beasts! Alexander could never Know any fear: He rode ahead Into the fray By princes flanked Where the glory crowns The true kings of men... Chorus Hark! Thousands of hoplites The wild Indus cross - Led by the one The Aries of War! Narration: Porus bore down On the shining host He put down the horse But not the rider alike And tor Bucephala He did pay a high price... Macedonian force At the ends of the world Pushed back the foe Down the abyss Of Tartarus cold...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
The fires of fever consume Alexander just as the sly wizards of Babylon forewarned... The trumpet is silent; the ride of the heroes has come to a halt... The King of the world is locked in a deadly struggle with the Lord of the underworld... But he has yet one fight in him left... Chaldean poisons of the Semite magi could not mar the water of life Running through his veins... for legends never die! Alexander was shrouded in the golden mists of the sky - called by Zeus the Father on high... He flew like an eagle soaring towards the sun to claim immortality's crown Made of Faethon's living light...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026