| Song | Hoplites Awaiting Command |
| Artist | Folkearth |
| Album | Drakkars in the Mist |
| Come wind, come snow, come blazing heat and bitter rain | |
| From Macedonia we march, from the northlands of Hellas | |
| To the mouths of Euphrates for to set His throne...we are the thunderbolts of Amon Zeus, the sons of Pella | |
| Sworn to revenge--the Persians' scourge...you were crowned on the mountain | |
| In Olympian thunder and Promethean fire…Alexander your hoplites are waiting | |
| To take the oath of revenge…when the star of Pella shall shine in the night | |
| And all other stars will stop burning bright | |
| Guiding our sarissae to the fight | |
| We shall neither fear nor surrender | |
| ‘Til the end of the battle…Alexander your armies are waiting | |
| Sound the charge and lead them to glory | |
| Alexander your legions hail thee! |
| Come wind, come snow, come blazing heat and bitter rain | |
| From Macedonia we march, from the northlands of Hellas | |
| To the mouths of Euphrates for to set His throne... we are the thunderbolts of Amon Zeus, the sons of Pella | |
| Sworn to revengethe Persians' scourge... you were crowned on the mountain | |
| In Olympian thunder and Promethean fire Alexander your hoplites are waiting | |
| To take the oath of revenge when the star of Pella shall shine in the night | |
| And all other stars will stop burning bright | |
| Guiding our sarissae to the fight | |
| We shall neither fear nor surrender | |
| ' Til the end of the battle Alexander your armies are waiting | |
| Sound the charge and lead them to glory | |
| Alexander your legions hail thee! |