The die is cast. Just few men Are going to violate traditions. The path to the eternal damnation None dares To cross that river With swords in hand Their motherland will claim blood Deny the point of return The streets behind are burnt No lime will rebuild the past Once the die is cast One man will pay his debt Two men will fight a war The Rubicon must be passed Once the die is cast A hunger That ties fate To a man whose ambition will sate. Scorching lies from the senet. Among corruption appears A hope in the streets at last. Replacing arrogance with fear Once the die is cast One man will pay his debt Two men will fight a war The Rubicon must be passed Once the die is cast Few thousand men Stand the threat A tail of events with The head of a snake The battle between respect For the poors and the gold's sake Clouds of dust And sand conceal the eyes, Optimates sweats lies while people dying. Full of hate, full of fire around a deal The wheel of fate is turning around The deaths of the men and The ideal Full of hate, Full of fire without a quiver A die is bleeding beyond the river