Triumph for the sons of the heather

Defeat for the legions of Rome

Two Kings of the night they stood togeather

The clans would defend their home



The third King died by the hands of his own man

Noone to lead the Northmen on



Kings of the night

Sorcery is drawing down the aeons

Kings of the night

One more King comes to stand and fight

And Rome Shall Fall



The Vikings wil only follow a King of their own race

Sorcery brings the past and present face to face

Pict King nor Gael cannot lead these men

But the ancient ruler of Valusia their distant kin



The challenge was met, Kull would fight the

challenger

to the death, the Viking quickly died



Kings of the night

Sorcery is drawing down the aeons

Kings of the night

Out of the past a King comes to fight

And Rome Shall Fall, Rome Shall, Rome Shall Fall



Thus spake the ancient priest

"The red jewel in your Iron Crown

Through dim ages it has been passed down

this is sorcerous means parted the mists of time

Out of the sunrise walked the champion

King of Kings from aeons dead

He has come to stand with you Bran Mak Morn

Now fight, glory is your Pictish King"



[Solo]



Kull held the gorge through the iron walls of the Viking

shields



The Irish King gave the signal over the ridge swarmed the

Gaelic steel

The Pictish chariots came tracing down led by pict King Bran

Red ruin covered the battlefield, the Romans died

to a man



Kings of the night

Sorcery is drawing down the aeons

Kings of the night

A King of Kings he comes to fight



Kings of the night, Sorcery is drawing down the aeons

Kings of the night, King Kull comes to fight

And Rome S