We fly on eagle's wings to our imperial dream
Above nations we stand tall
As the sun is king in heaven's vault
Merciless legions march on the victorious path
On our crosses traitors die
We will watch them bleed for our delight
Noble and gallant men defying fortune's hands
Deepest wisdom forged in war
Tempering the spirit and the soul
Devotion, strength and pride unto self-sacrifice
Not for envious gods above
But for the eternal glory of rome!
Leaders of men, no one can stand
Against our valiant legions
And when we'll fall men will behold
With fear and pride the name of rome
Rome is alive inside the eyes
Of all the ones who dare to
Build their empire and light up the fire
Inside the temple of their heart
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