I can still see it...
Soft rains cool upon my cheek...
Large men in armor
crack whips against flesh too weak...
They raise high a wall...
Broken, distorted, I hear a call.
An order to shut the gates,
Seal off the realm of Gaul!


Too young was I to know
of a place I was not meant to go.
Stories told of a far off land
Just beyond the pride of man.
I learned the words of Elders
These men, they thought of us as beasts
A fire lit to burn us down,
To stomp out our disease.

Winters came and fires died,
or at least that's how I felt inside.
But I resolved within myself
that I would taste the Roman sky.

My Gods it feels good
to be the man I am with pride!
Roman hearts shoved in the dirt,
My Fathers land is where I'll die!
Belenus will shine on me,
and Sirona will set us free!
All the world will cease to be
With Roman Scum on bended knee!

I was cursed with a longing
for a land that I might never know.
The forest folk, they whispered:
"See that they do reap what's sown.
Your land was taken,
you were far to young to know.
But in the fields they rest so easy,
your sons are meant to grow."

I wrote it on the wind,
my brothers, free of sin.
When Northern tribes unite,
my sons would taste the Roman sky.

My Gods it feels good
to be the man I am with pride!
Roman hearts shoved in the dirt,
My Fathers land is where I'll die!
Belenus will shine on me,
and Sirona will set us free!
All the world will cease to be
With Roman Scum on bended knee!

AND WE CHARGE!!!
Burn the gates of sodomy!
Rend their flesh from their bones,
Remember how they took your homes!
A fortress fallen, a General slain,
Filthy yourselves as you clean this stain!
Your sons will write this, you felt no pain!
Pour onto the streets as the Roman Bane!

I lay on my back, a sigh of relief,
The forest folk, they sing of me.
I smile, though in disbelief.
I've fallen but my sons can breathe!

My Gods it feels good
to be the man I am with pride!
Roman hearts shoved in the dirt,
My Fathers land is where I'll die!
Belenus will shine on me,
and Sirona will set us free!
All the world will cease to be
With Roman Scum on bended knee!

My Gods it feels good
to be the man I am with pride!
Roman blood has stained the dirt,
My Fathers land is where I die!
Belenus has shone on me,
and Sirona has set us free!
All the world has ceased to be,
My sons can fucking BREATHEEE!!!