Age Of Agony
The Prime
The gods sent a dream to Emes: A son will born under the turul's sign He'll lead the seven tribes to the chosen land He'll be the father of a kings' unbroken line. The child rose up, became strong, A wise and brave young man More mighty, more wise, more brave Than kings and noble men. �lmos saw that the land of his father Is not the land, where Hungarians shall stay He turned his head to the west and saw The heart of Pannonia at the end of his way. He became the prime by the will of the seven Once a dream, now the well of reality His son gave his name to the kin Of mighty kings of a mighty Hungary. The new alliance is sealed by blood A folk's journey is near to the end Thousands of hooves make the ground shake Warriors riding on with bow in their hands
From Letras Mania