On Arverni' axes a last hope slides Inside the heart of Gaul Across the forest they ride Souls cover Avaricum with pain Where time ceased to flow Loaded by rain ARVERNI AND THEIR KING THEY WILL MEET THE SAME DOOM Gauls corpses cross from this life To the depths of Tartarus As grains of sand falling From the bulb of the hourglass Voices of victory From Britain to the Rhine The birth of an era The banner of Rome will shine Gauls corpses cross from this life To the depths of Tartarus As grains of sand falling From the bulb of the hourglass Pugnate homines The gallic hourglass