[During the Celtiberian Wars, four hundred Lutian warriors went out to help their Numantians brothers. These warriors were betrayed by their own elders who tipped off the Roman army. As a result, each young Lutian lost the hand that wields the sword.]
Late at night, when our brothers arrived Asking help, coming from Numantia Runaways, escaped from the Roman's gaze Let them go inside to talk with elders
No, we're not gonna take part here Nevermore, was the elders' reply Afraid of the wrath of the enemy Know that if we lose, they'll raze all of us
Don't care! We will do as our heart says Cowards! You refuse to give them help We, the young, we'll stick with them This is no time for words but facts!
[Bridge:] They walk straight into the ambush Betrayed by their own The heroes gone
[Chorus:] Now, to katum eimos lutiakoi, To relieve our brothers Now, to katum eimos lutiakoi, Duty of our blood tie
Now, to katum eimos lutiakoi, Go against the elders Now, to katum eimos lutiakoi, To fight 'till we die
Four hundred marching men of Lutia Go to war, across snow and ice Dark fog as their only shield Caught in the act by the Roman squad
A trap, surrounded and captured They cut off our right hands Like rats, they afraid of us So we can't come back to lift a sword
[Speech:] Brothers! We are the town of Lutia, And we carry the torch of brotherhood Against what the elders said, We will help to our brothers of Numantia We may be only a few warriors, but with our Courage we will defeat the Roman invadersTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
