The emperors return (Olympos Mons)

We heard the horns in the hills swords shone in the midday sun the north has obeyed his will countless are the battles he´s won an empire of a living God as was told in the tales of old will rise from a sea of blood marble white and purest gold brave men fought and fell for the empire of the great they were strong but he gave them hell the battle made the world vibrate an empire... With his head held high he enters the gates of Rome into the heart of the mightiest city of all he´s riding proud finally he´s home but nothing´s the same anymore behind those city walls flowers are covering the streets but he feels the malice in the air the smell in the air is so sweet still there´s poison everywhere an empire... With his head held high...........