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A black sky, clouded,
The still air a canvas,
A torchlight flares, an orange tear,
The canvas ripped by a threat,

The horseman cries in Latin,
And though we can't understand him,
An army appears, our doom is clear,
Our city is under siege

Alesia falls!

Our army is the greater,
The might of united Gaul.
Yet under Caesar's brutal fist,
We've seen all our cities fall.

We've 80 000 swords to feed,
The Romans merely wait.
The weak are thrown outside the gates,
Women and children first!

Is this a weakness is the Roman line,
The gates open and we raise a cry,
Downhill to charge before the sun will rise.

Until midnight the battle flares,
Cavalry surrounds us, our courage fades,
The Gauls flee we face defeat

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