| Song | The Return to the Ivory Plains |
| Artist | Dragonland |
| Album | Holy War |
| 作曲 : Heidgert, Holmlid, Magnusson | |
| The dawn draws near as we break our | |
| Camp Wiping the dew from my hair | |
| Gripping the hilt of the sword on my hip | |
| Trying to brace myself | |
| Will we break and fall apart? | |
| No, we will crush the hordes once and | |
| For all will we stand victorious? | |
| Yes, we shall win this war in the name of | |
| Light The view before me seems familiar | |
| Somehow But the memories aren't mine thousands and thousands of feet, the ground's shaking | |
| The fate of all will be decided, the charge begins | |
| The dwarven berserkers charge the horde | |
| Elves cover their backs with arrows | |
| Our steelclad horsemen keep striking the | |
| Flanks It seems we're gonna win | |
| Heads are rolling on the plains | |
| This time we'll end the threat of the | |
| Orcish march | |
| The Ivory plains are drenched in blood | |
| Screams of the dying sends shivers down | |
| My spine The view before me seems familiar | |
| Somehow Are these memories really | |
| Mine? Thrust and then parry, endless | |
| The battle seems | |
| Then finally they're pulling back | |
| For a brief moment all is calm | |
| I give the signal for the hunt to begin | |
| No one of them must survive, stay alive | |
| They will die in the name of light | |
| The view before me is so unfamiliar | |
| It doesn't match my memories | |
| Thousands and thousands of bodies | |
| Lay still | |
| Now we will teach the | |
| Dark Lord to feel fear |
| zuò qǔ : Heidgert, Holmlid, Magnusson | |
| The dawn draws near as we break our | |
| Camp Wiping the dew from my hair | |
| Gripping the hilt of the sword on my hip | |
| Trying to brace myself | |
| Will we break and fall apart? | |
| No, we will crush the hordes once and | |
| For all will we stand victorious? | |
| Yes, we shall win this war in the name of | |
| Light The view before me seems familiar | |
| Somehow But the memories aren' t mine thousands and thousands of feet, the ground' s shaking | |
| The fate of all will be decided, the charge begins | |
| The dwarven berserkers charge the horde | |
| Elves cover their backs with arrows | |
| Our steelclad horsemen keep striking the | |
| Flanks It seems we' re gonna win | |
| Heads are rolling on the plains | |
| This time we' ll end the threat of the | |
| Orcish march | |
| The Ivory plains are drenched in blood | |
| Screams of the dying sends shivers down | |
| My spine The view before me seems familiar | |
| Somehow Are these memories really | |
| Mine? Thrust and then parry, endless | |
| The battle seems | |
| Then finally they' re pulling back | |
| For a brief moment all is calm | |
| I give the signal for the hunt to begin | |
| No one of them must survive, stay alive | |
| They will die in the name of light | |
| The view before me is so unfamiliar | |
| It doesn' t match my memories | |
| Thousands and thousands of bodies | |
| Lay still | |
| Now we will teach the | |
| Dark Lord to feel fear |