“Legions of Tuchulcha From the ruins of Rome We will rise again Roma delenda est”
Falls the night All the warriors return to their field tents To recover injuries And to restore energies
The grey blades now shine of a crimson red Illuminated by the moon that Doesn't want to see her sons fight and die During night the battle is postponed Till the next dawn
One blow, two blows, counter the slash Plunge the sword in the enemy's chest Beat your shield whit the axe Plunge the spear in another chest Beat your shield again
First light has come and the battle starts again Screams in the field, heads in the sky Flowers now smell of decomposition The scratches on the shields are run by streams The sun shines of fire of fighting souls And loves seeing the spatters of blood At the end of his route he want to see your grave
Only during the next dawn you will understand If you're dead or alive If the battle is won or lost The moon has cried in the night The corpses are soaked in water and blood A new graveyard in front of you Illuminated by the eternal fire
Falls the night All the warriors return to their field tents To recover injuries And to restore energiesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
