Armies made of thousands brave men Red fields of armored corpses Cold silent sun passing by the scene Nothing can be stronger then sharp ear It walks smoothly with any sound to their brains The sense of annihilation it can provide Can make a king tremble and run away And I am the fear thou shall flee from I am the blade in hate's right hand Closer to my enemy than anyone else I rise my knife to sky I'm ready to strike Already taste the blood my hands will free God of war forgive me for I have failed Romanus sum, hostis hostem occedere volui Nec ad mortem minus animi est Quam fuim ad caedem Et facere et pati fortia Romanorum est Nec unus in te ego hos animos gessi Nullam aciem, nullum praelium timueris Longus post me ordo est idem potentium decus En tibiut sentias quam vile corpus sit Iis qui magnam gloriam vident