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Blood was spilled on this earth, when you giveth thy word
Your promise hid the intention of steel
Your legions fell on us, like hungry dogs
Our children, our women were lost

A shepherd
A king
The oak
A pillar for our kin

Never will we trust the roman word
Our enemy, our nemesis
The scourge of the earth
Those that survive, ghosts but still alive
The cry for revenge arised

As we unite, the lost souls of Galba
The title, imposed, the keeper from wolves
The shepherd king the oak of Lusitania
I am the vengeance of old

A shepherd
A king
The oak
A pillar for our kin

The Eagle now fear us, it shows in their eyes
Lambs that turn to wolves our spirit will never die
The eagle's talon met with wolf's jaws
The heavens will be filled with your cries

On the year of 152 b.c
Servius Galba invited 30 000 unarmed Lusitanians to a peace treaty that resulted in a massacre
Few escaped, wounded but dead inside.
Gathering around an oak they found their new leader,one of the survivors,Viriathus.

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