Cyrus son of Teispes
Born of great kings
Underneath the burning trees
From folded lion wings
Marching towards Median
To thwart the realm above
Legions materialise his will
For his grace and love
Fall to his divine feet
Slaves of Astyages
Breathe your masters imminent defeat
Crawl for the king of Persia's bless
All hail the king of Anshan
Riding the lions wing
See the future's expansion
And what solemnity brings
His legacy is bound to restore
Desolate faith and dreams
Through peace and hate and war
Tear down the astray regimes
Cambyses my relentless son
Mighty king and Achaemenian
We shall live to never come undone
Our fate beyond the death of men