I am a man, Aryan and true.
Persian in heart, bow at hand, I stare at the skys deep wild blue.
Child of the Sun, Hunter of the lion, king of kings, creator of freedom.
Look upon me for I am man, barer of the earth, Risen from the sand.
From a child so small ive grown and grown, taking the land of powers so bold.
Lydia,Egypt,Babylon, and more for I shall not stop until nothing but PARSA is told.
From the reigns of my horse I ride throu the land, never to stop as far as i can.
Until one so bold to even face persia, the macedonian was born.
Now I look upon ruins of my people, forever lost in the lands of Issus.
Taken from us the power of the world, Macedonia offers only but crysis.
Wanting a barbarian ideolized people, the leader so young is taken forever.
Now by there own hand they are destroyed, taking from the aryans the endeavor.
For we Achemenids will fight forever.....