Cohorts! - Regather!

Blood is running down my tiring hands

Falling as pure red dew on the ground

A pulse of drums fills the air

Death is all around me

Dea Tacita a grim companion

For roman glory

A deafening calm

Is screaming "forward"

And again we face the hordes

Painted beasts - in boiling rage

Deeply staring into the eyes of inevitable fate

Hell's unleashed in screams of agony

When first I raised the tempest

I call on Mars to guide us

Nothing here, nothing else

To save us from the storm

Sacrifice the world and its

Progress to salvation

Quirites, sons of Rome

Ruins of mankind must be overthrown

This is the dawning tempest

Now, I am becoming death

A destroyer of worlds and

A lost soul on a path through ruins

Condemned to grow and cursed to follow

Ten thousand men on my command

Hordes of tribesmen wild and furious

Painted beasts - rage amongst us

Colliding worlds so fierce and cold

A feast of flesh in the eyes of a crow

And again we face the hordes

Deeply staring into the eyes of fate

A taste of doom sealed with blood

Sacrificing the world to hate