A battle in the night is just Sparks of metal over metal, Curses, screams and smell of fear.
And ghostly white light From indifferent stars above, Looking at scared men running around.
Celts and Romans Different ways to curse, But same shiny colour of blood Same smell of fear.
I can't see the river I know the water's red. I can't see my enemy But I know he's around me.
Blood on my eyes, Blood in the mouth. I don't fight for glory, Nor for an emperor sitting so far away.
Now I fight for my life, And no reason is better. I only kill to survive, Just to see another day.
Brothers and citizens, Sons of the Empire, Let's close the ranks, Let's raise the spears. Let's show these savages The Legion strength. Let's bring our laws In these forgotten lands. - Back to Rome We will have glory Women and wine, More than you dream, To rest our bones, To heal any wound. Let's close the ranks, Let's raise the spears.
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These little men Come from the south They have dark skin And women clothes But when they fight, They fight like devils. They want our lands, The holy forests, - The ancient oaks And the snowy fields. If gods have planned Our defeat tonight Let it be, but They will pay The highest price For each one of our lives.
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Brothers and citizens, Sons of the Empire, Let's close the ranks, Let's raise the spears. Let's show these savages The Legion strength. Let's bring our laws In these forgotten lands. - Back to Rome We will have glory Women and wine, More than you dream, To rest our bones, To heal any wound. Let's close the ranks, Let's raise the spears.
Celts and Romans different Voices, but same colour Of blood, same smell of fear.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
