Fellow men at arms, listen! Listen well!
Clearly we’re surrounded here, from where will come our help
Torches clear this black, from this midnight sky
But pockets of escape remain though to take advantage of and capitalize on
It's not, what you’d wish, but it's what we got
And we’ll take that chance as we’re trapped on foreign lands that are rightfully ours
So we strike. No price to pay but life
Silence chokes this air, pride obstructs my view
Sharpest bronze gleaming in this moonlight, ill run em through and through
Turnus’s cherished prophet could not divine his demise
Drunk and assured, hewn down in this glistening dirt
‘cause it runs, and it flows in haste, this camp laid waste
These executions solve what you cant possibly understand
A lesson learned for all. RUTULIANS, be wary of who you besiege inside their walls.
You’ll test our resolve, our fury and feel its flow.
That warm trickle oh, so, slow.
After all, as this dust gives way, as dawn turns to day, oh after all.
We lie, we linger, we turn to dust,
Dark spots in the soil this armor has rusted
These bones have been picked clean
(Our heads are still missing)
Its not what you’d wish but its what we got
Its not what you’d wish but its what, we, got.