A thirty-thousand-men legion Like a huge grid down the land Where Phoenicians created a new region See the Hannibal's lines ahead I caught his spies To show our greatness by their eyes
I'm always being compared to a wise We met up, we tried to synchronize our mind But our gazes turned to a bloody dawn
A mind war to fight The beginning we've to write For the heart of Carthage or Rome Iron whispers rise up
I promised to return With the honor that was burned The blade of Africa Will hit the worm So never gonna let you down Spit on the roman's gown The glory of Scipio Will strike the ground
A duty for who were led to astray (You won't be betrayed) A duty for who came all the way (You won't be betrayed) I see the chariots awaiting my first step I see mercenaries await the disorder
Your men have not been trained Suddenly you feel wounded Your infantry is strained It's just a matter of time
A duty for who were led to astray (You won't be betrayed) A duty for who came all the way (You won't be betrayed) I see the chariots awaiting my first step I see mercenaries await the disorder
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