Links of chains resonate Inside the walls. Up north, A siege is going to end. Links of chains restrain The most dreadful threat. Up north, Soon a king will fall Arverni, the last tribe, They will bend or they will die The beaten shadow of a man Walks to Rome dragging Links of chains Of Alesia. Crown the seizure, Links of chains. A human trophy in chains Rusts wet by a mortifying rain. Dust behind his back Is flying high. Unifier of the tribes Genocide A burning land of armed corpses Pecked by crows beside their bloodless horses Vergingetorix, handed for his people A king kneels into the eyes of the eagle. Vergingetorix begs the enemy To spare lives in exchange for dignity. Spark of the rebellion Dead by strangulation A human trophy in chains. The greatest warrior's pain: Chains of Alesia