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 Shall Fall, Rome Shall, Rome Shall Fall