The Conquest

[Perfetto, Ozio]The conqueror joins his forces to destroyNordics respond the call of the islandPreparing their boots, the guns smelling deathAcross the long channel, they arrive to destroy[Chorus]The Duke becomes the king of the island nowEnvolving his blood and soul for all his sonsSweat and gut, he's now the chosen oneEnjoying the power of his new homeHis murder brigade command the entranceThe servants of might dominating poor plebiansWith the aid of the Duke the island becomes northBut the forces from gods cannot help the supremeThe supreme court stink like dragonsRain is falling in the twilightThe smell of death now ride the skyThe power of the king now is captured[Solo: Regep & Perfetto]