The Fall of Melnibone

Young Kingdoms, Young Kingdoms

Prepare the crimson war

Young Kingdoms, Young Kingdoms

Command the righteous law

The fall of Melnibonè

Imrryr towers, in the quiet night sleep

At the northeast part of the turquoise Boiling Sea

Cold wind scream over finest gargoyles high

Carrying signs in the dawn that frightens sky

Golden troops may compare a rising storm (A rising storm)

And the entire will is on Tarkan, Dyvim's core

Purple towns are attacking from the shore

Outer walls and the labyrinth unknown

Young Kingdoms, Young Kingdoms

Prepare the crimson war

Young Kingdoms, Young Kingdoms

Command the righteous law

Dragon Isle, oh! Dragon Isle

Sadness dims your witching eye

Fancy dream of Xiombarg

Mighty falls in raging hush

Elric guides all the seamen from the bridge

From his leader ship and the laughin' of a bitch

Archers shoot from the top walls, to the crew

Killing men with the anguish of the loot

Tarkan falls as the stumbles on the edge (Stumbles on the edge)

Just to find the hell dying of his broken neck

Imrryr burns and sorrow has no end

Fury grows as the princess is just dead

Young Kingdoms, Young Kingdoms

Prepare the crimson war

Young Kingdoms, Young Kingdoms

Command the righteous law

Dragon Isle, oh! Dragon Isle

Sadness dims your witching eye

Fancy dream of Xiombarg

Mighty falls in raging hush

Stormbringer, demon grabber with runes

Stormbringer, blackest blade with looms

Stormbringer, feed with mourning souls

Your wicked evil, sounding tunes, yeah

Mighty runes, Melnibonè

Can you hear the pray for your burning death?

Pearly halls, your magic sight

Are the crushed of lay on your bloody earth?

Dreary shores, Melnibonè

Can you bear the threat of that flaming flags?

Dragon Isle, your sturdy chime

All is lost right now, and prince Yyrkoon lurks

Arioch! Can you feel my pain (Arioch! Can you feel my pain)

From your throne of holy lord? (Holy lord)

Am I crying in vain despair

My fate weaved by this broadsword?

I cannot see life or light (I cannot see life or light)

In her semblance or her eye

Must I be forever lone?

Beloved Cymoril is gone?

Have you really found the death

By the evil on my hand?

Young Kingdoms, Young Kingdoms

Prepare the crimson war

Young Kingdoms, Young Kingdoms

Command the righteous law

Dragon Isle, oh! Dragon Isle

Sadness dims your witching eye

Fancy dream of Xiombarg

Mighty falls in raging hush