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 Storm-rage across the land Ablaze the Southern fury Gathering silent towards the East Heading for the sea 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 The moon is hollow Apocalyptic sleep