Spanish Horse

Breeds of gold, ride the fields
Scenes of Andalusia
A million dreams, born of fire
Stallions made of steel

The beast is rising
Straight from the deep
Apocalyptic
A prophecy

October moon is shining bright
Lady Luck has lost
The hills have eyes, command to see
A steed of crimson fire

The game is set for war
The times of peace are over
There will be blood once more
A final sacrifice

A voyage of glory
To defend the cross
In heatwaves and hailstorm
No matter the loss

Crusaders will gather now
Heading for the East
From England they will join us
Unite to conquer the beast

Stormrage across the land
Ablaze the southern fury
Gathering silent towards the East
Heading for the sea

Breeds of gold are riding the fields
Scenes of Andalusia
A million dreams, born of fire
Stallions made of steel

The beast is rising
Straight from the deep
The moon is hollow
Apocalyptic sleep