To Arms, at dawn it starts
As we march on toward our doom
As they gather at batavodurum
To slay the great revolt
These legions marching onwards
to their final fight
Writing history without knowing it,
in this struggle to retain their freedom again.
Warlords and gods,
Leaders of great nations to be
in their everlasting fight for freedom.
As we suffer from these religious fables we have no meaning as mortals
so martyrs they must be.
Rebelling against their ceasar
Through storm and glory we ride, the men of the earth
Alongside with creatures great and small. From all regions
for infinitive legions arrive to fight for freedom
rise of a Nation, build on the ruins of our own forgotten civilization
With the Grim Reaper by our side,
Feel the cold mourning fog
The stench of death as we
March into war for the last time
Destroy, conquer, rebuild,
Julius civilus and our great countrymen
were slain at batavodurum to rise once again
Rise of a Nation, build on the ruins of its own forgotten civilization
These men didn't die in vain,
They fought for their believes
to retain their freedom again
rise of a Nation, build on the ruins of our own forgotten civilization
the Grim Reaper by our side,
Feel the cold mourning fog
The stench of death as we
March into war for the last time
This city forged by fire and war.