Born out of royal blood On a dark September night He was the third of five With fate on his side Fought his way through victories And earned his rise to fame And the tales of history Remember the fallen Over the mountains He led his crusade An army marching on the way Stand in line with the lionheart He will hold your back When the darkness falls Battle cries over desert plains When the blood runs red And the vulture's prey For the price we pay Our promised land Our lives until the end Stand your ground with the lionheart He was sent, he was born to be king I sense my enemies In the misty morning light Dark figures moving slow With stars in their eyes Bled my way through agony And pain is all I feel And the tales of history The legends of fallen Over the mountains He led his crusade An army marching on the way Stand in line with the lionheart He will hold your back When the darkness falls Battle cries over desert plains When the blood runs red And the vulture's prey For the price we pay Our promised land Our lives until the end Stand your ground with the lionheart He was sent, he was born to be king In the darkness evil blinds us We pray for hope and glory In shadows omen binds us, calling My kingdom born in heaven We find your lives unholy I call upon the seven angels Stand in line with the lionheart He will hold your back When the darkness falls Battle cries over desert plains When the blood runs red And the vulture's prey For the price we pay Our promised land Our lives until the end Stand your ground with the lionheart He was sent, he was born to be king