An old failure is redressed
Barred is all sight into the West
Not to let us foresee what is brewing there
Ripple...
Silence is deceptive
Hooves of iron paw
An ancient silent fog
To blur our castles' silhouettes
To hide the gathering troops
Black fleets explore the northern lines
Fifty forts along the Rhine
Fuming clefts cross Westphalia
Command from Castra Vetera
It was late at night when the bugle call resounded
And blew forth a red storm
To bear squadrons of Southern aggressors
Transcending our silent banks now so rageous
Ploughing the valleys in slobbering droves
Foes in Sugambria!
The ancient map is redrawn in blood
Led by our once insurmountable waters
We learnt that war has become art
Within three years of suffering and barbarism
Lamentamur Germaniam Inferiorem!
The Northern eyesight is extinguished
The Western limbs are dead
The Southern torso is crippled
East cannot defend.
