With thousands of men he started in Spain To throw down the Roman pride Which way will he choose The foe's on his guard. Cause such a big army no one can hide
But he took a path so fatal and hard So many died on their march Directly into the enemy's heart A daggers thrust - deadly and fast
Through ice and snow Through dark night and storm Starved, wear down and tired They came down the mountains They have marched through the Alps But the fire was still burning deep in their hearts
March to the walls of Rome Scatter the Roman cohorts Bum the enemy's land Trample down their empire into the dust
In so many battles he blew them away In so many battles he has won Smashed by elephants The Romans retreated - their glory was gone
Before the gates of Rome he stopped Why he did not go on? This was the end Enfeebled his men Victory was lost, they were slain one by one
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