Axes, mallets work fast on the trees The trap is prepared Lucius, proudly, with the army marches to his doom
In shadows boii await silently the legions A shiver runs down lucius' spine The calm whispers promises of death
A yell from the depth of forest Then hell, deadly dominoes Litana starts to crumble The trees show no mercy Panic, dreadful rumble Twenty-thousand men are slain
Lucius runs, there's no way out His skull is a cup where boii drink to victory
«...Ancipiti strages arma viros equos obruerunt ut vix decem homines effugerent. Nam cun examinati pleque essent arbotum truncis fragmentisque ramorum. »
Few men shocked and aghast resist to the hordes Lucius desperately kills as many as he can
Romans never surrender They die bravely with the gladius in their hands
Lucius shouts his final oath to gods: "Ultionemque eam faudis in deorum ac populi romani potestate [fore]"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
