Heavy it weighs on us, riding on eastwards Romano glory awaits for us All are prepared and we all are adjusted For war, for the splendor of Rome We'll bring war 'Till there's noone left to slay 'Till there's nothing left to say 'Till there's noone left to pray 'Till their blood left cold and grey Form up the ranks and prepare to repel them Living and dying by, by the sword Storm of swords, storm of blood, storm of honour We'll bring the pain Bring the hurt We'll bring war 'Till there's noone left to slay 'Till there's nothing left to say 'Till there's noone left to pray 'Till their blood left cold and grey