Worrying strange tales come from the villages south. Eagles and wolves were seen on an army ensigns. They come to conquer They put the lands on fire Sons of troians They come to rise a new empire
We die in the south
Shadow of the eagles blackens the skies Shadow of the eagles they call themselves quirites
The proud samnites allied with etruscans Senones come too along with umbrians Rome was overwhelmed One against two they stood The legion won And now we know we're the next onesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
