Roman! You have killed my people! I will never bend to the will of Rome! Soldier pray your gods, Because my vengeance will fall On you and over your empire.
I throw my thunderbolt on you, A taste of the vital spark that gods Planted in you when you were born. The soul that you've ruined With your wicked desires.
I cast my snakes against the legions of traitors, So that they can inject their venom
To make them feel at least an emotion: the pain!
I spread salt on your ruins, Rome, As well as you did to Carthage. Your ruin has already been marked Since the romans lose their origins. The female figure degraded and priests Imprisoned in temples made of stones.
Roma delenda est!
Wars, conspiracies, the sacrilegious coronations Led mankind into obscene temptations.
Roman! You have killed my people! I will never bend to the will of Rome! Soldier, pray your gods, Because my vengeance will fall On you and over your empire.
Sitting on his throne Tuchulcha expects The fall of humanity. His army is ready to sow destruction, "Extermination" is the only instruction. Only those who recognize the ancient rites Will see the future daylights. Rome will be destroyed And with blood the sins will be washed.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
