age of agony
the prime

The gods sent a dream to Emes:

A son will born under the turul's sign

He'll lead the seven tribes to the chosen land

He'll be the father of a kings' unbroken line

The child rose up, became strong

A wise and brave young man

More mighty, more wise, more brave

Than kings and noble men

�lmos saw that the land of his father

Is not the land, where Hungarians shall stay

He turned his head to the west and saw

The heart of Pannonia at the end of his way

He became the prime by the will of the seven

Once a dream, now the well of reality

His son gave his name to the kin

Of mighty kings of a mighty Hungary

The new alliance is sealed by blood

A folk's journey is near to the end

Thousands of hooves make the ground shake

Warriors riding on with bow in their hands