We are bonded by blood,
Sons of the soil beneath our feet,
A tribal brotherhood of war
And we know how to die well.
Mighty legions of iron and steel
Dashed to dust by the battles travail
Famished wolves befogged with blood
Our vengeance now, our funeral pyre
Warrior Queen, bursting from hell
Flaming eyes and the God's wrath.
To die as one, free from the lash
In the dark tumult of slaughter.
Terror shrieks of bitter dread
Druids spitting spells,
Feed the crows on Roman flesh
Ghosts and grinning skulls
Slayers and slain as one in death
In the seething mass of scourging war.
Dream followers and nightmare givers
Through murk and mire we ebb and flow
As vipers we, in the name of Rome
Let it be done
As famished wolves befogged with blood
Gore whetted scythe and pilum hail
Ravenous dogs, slaughtering haze
Killing blows quelled by groans
Of fallen champion's swords in hand.
We die as one, free from the lash
In the dark tumult of slaughter
Terror shrieks of bitter dread
Slayers and slain as one in death
In the seething mass of scourging war.

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