50,000 men slaughtered at Cannae
Encircled by Hannibal, almost none escaped
Our Punic foe from years ago advances once again
Occupying Italia, it seems they’re closing in

Survival is what we’re fighting for!
In this drastic war!
A son of Rome must arise!
Before we meet our demise!

He survived the slaughter, while so many men did fall!
But the young man never lost sight of victory at all
Scipio, once in command would never lose again
He’d see the seventeen-year war to its bloody end

The final blow seems ever near!
The senate is consumed with fear!
How can the republic carry on?
With so many leaders gone

The testing of a power more than 500 years old
From a tribe into an empire, laying mankind’s foundation stone
One man stood determined to defend his family’s home
Africanus faced destruction and he resurrected Rome
The noble council sought surrender, their minds filled with despair
But he stood forth and took command, naked gladius in the air
“None of you shall desert! Now join me as I stand
The forces of Carthage will be driven from our land!”

Heading for Iberia!
The Celtic chiefs would surrender!
Joining Scipio in his fight
To defeat the Carthaginian blight

After his father’s death, he took charge in Hispania,
He landed at the Ebro, and took Carthago Nova
The whole town put to the sword, with many more to come
The three armies spread through this land will be cut down one by one

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