Fight for the glory, defend your land The day of the battle has come Axes and swords hear the clang of the shields The fields like a pool of blood On the hills burning fires On the fields blood and steel Legions of romans encircle our men Celtic will break the lines The second assault is rejected with strength Withdrawal for Cesar's men After the battle the haul of war After the battle we drink a lot Drinking on and on Celebrate the victory with sweet hydromel Warriors and women are drunk One of the chieves steals half of the haul But the second one rises his sword ... who fucks with the haul?!? The drunken chieves fight for the haul Now tribes divided... will fall...