Basil Poledouris Riddle of Steel / Riders of Doom

Enses, enses requirimus, requirimus saevos nos.
Swords, we seek swords, savage ones.
Nos ferrei reges, servi fati.
We, iron kings, servants of fate.
Vale caelum, vale terra, vale nivis, morimur!
Farewell, heaven; farewell, earth; farewell snow; we die
Vale, morimur servis fati!
Farewell, for the servants of Fate, we die!
etc.

Enses requirimus saevos nos,
We seek savege swords,
nos ferrei reges servi fati,
We, iron kings, servants of fate,
morta ex terra mortiferra tela
bringing deadly weapons, sprung from the earth
in hostes bello ad moventes.
against the enemy in war.
Equos frenamus furentes
We control high-spirited horses,
Capi ta superba quatientes
shaking their proud heads
mortem hostibus et luctem date
Spirits of the dead, give death and bitter grief
acrem di manes sternadis.
to the enemy who must laid low.
Ave Nevis, ave ferrum,
Hail Nevism, hail iron
Ave tela, ave cruor
Hail weapons, hail terror,
Ave pugna, ave moritur.
Hail gore, hail those who are about to die!
Skylon!
Skylon!