Heavy it weighs on us, riding on eastwards
Romano glory awaits for us
All are prepared and we all are adjusted
For war, for the splendor of Rome
We'll bring war
'till there's noone left to slay
'till there's nothing left to say
'till there's noone left to pray
'till their blood left cold and grey
Form up the ranks and prepare to repel them
Living and dying by, by the sword
Storm of swords, storm of blood, storm of honour
We'll bring the pain
Bring the hurt
We'll bring war
'till there's noone left to slay
'till there's nothing left to say
'till there's noone left to pray
'till their blood left cold and grey
