Across the sea his ships set sail The wind was sharp as dagger's blade Heart cold and dreadful, mind contemplating The thoughts of vengeance and of conquest
The frozen Alps, with many hardships To challenge his unyielding army His voice is roaring through the air: Endure, withstand, don't turn away!
The mountain pass is steep and deadly And savage blizzards blind the eyes From cliffs, the men and elephants are falling Their bones will freeze for centuries!
Hamilcar Barca, the Suffet of Carthage, ordered his servants to summon his son to swear a solemn and terrible oath against the Roman enemies: When I come to age, I shall pursue the Romans with fire and sword and enact again the doom of Troy. The gods shall not stop my career, nor the treaty that bars the sword, neither the Alps nor the Tarpeian rock. I swear to this purpose by the divinity of our native god of war, and by the shade of Elissa.
The son of Baal will turn the tide Against the Jaws of Roman wolf His legacy is graced with pride His star of fortune glowing bright
The new day brings the rays of sun Upon the armor, horses, weapons Make haste, the lines must close! The wolf awaits, his fangs are sharpened
The fight was hard and many died The wolf was beaten, yet unbroken Withdraw he must, his country calling To fall with him, to dust, to ruin…
The jaws of wolf have turned the tide Against the son of Baal so mighty Yet in their nightmares Romans shiver Of dreadful name of Hannibal!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
