Virtus et sanguis Gloria et violentia Their blood makes me strong Their cries will not make my mercy History can pass through a man if he believes in his fate As the centuries go by the hero's name stands still In times of war when hopes are weak Porsenna attacks our city to reclaim a sludge throne A man can pray for peace only if he prepares for war And if he prays for battle Gods will satisfy both Waiting for my enemy that I've longed to see Blood pulses faster in my veins as the army comes near to me This will not be my end And this river will witness Pudor deinde commovit aciem Et clamore sublato Undique in unum hostem tela coniuciunt Their blood makes me strong Their cries will not make my mercy A cold piece of iron made warm through Etrurian bodies A sword in my hand it's all I deserve Tiberine pater te sancte precor Haec arma et hunc militem Propitio flumine accipias