1. A BETRAYER FROM TRACIA

We, the gods of the wretched human fate
Observers of mankind's paths,
Will laugh at Rome's throne,
We will play with the son of Thrace.

Spartacus, brave of Maedis, why this hesitancy?
Spartacus, leave this servitude,
And grasp the sword of a wolf's son!
Sell this blood, bitten from Greek veins,
Thousands of legions marching to ease the painful thirst.

Battle with strength for glory
To keep a senseless pledge.

Spartacus, brave of Maedis, why this hesitancy?
Spartacus, leave this servitude,
And grasp the sword of a wolf's son!
Their gold doesn't buy back your dignity,
This iron doesn't fit your warfare.

Desertion, for a brighter glory,
Betrayal, that's what you'll be remembered for.


2. SANGUINE PLUIT IN ARENA

Stand, fight, die! For your destiny, undone.
Stand, fight, die! For your roots, subdued.
Mirmillon! Your gladius for our gods.

Mirmillon! To dare the sun again.
Sanguine pluit in arena
Stand and fight! Redden this sand.

Morituro, for what you've been given.
Stand and fight! Your gladius for our gods.
Praefectus! For your destiny begins...

As seasons change around a man,
As gods test our will of death:

There lays the shadows, there falls the man.
As my brothers sacrifice,
To prove their worth to the gods:

They will not die in vain:
They willl not die at all,,,
Libertas! (x4)


3. THE ENDLESS RUNAWAY

Dozens of man drove by the snake,
Who chose the sharpest sica,
To cut the wolf's throat in her sleep.

But the snake won't be seen, can't be unseen...
Terror servilis!

The snake holds a friendly sword in his spites,
from the hands of the fallen centurion.
Those who slept on unawaken fires,
Will now much the land because of their weak desires...

The snake holds a friendly sword in his spites,
From the hands of the fallen centurion.

Those who slept on unawaken fires,
Will now much the land because of their weak desires...

Whose name in?
But in the one of the lying god.
Whose fate for?
But for the thirsty hand who stole the sword.
Reflections in puddles,in the middle of nowhere,
Surrounded by footsteps:
Endless runaway. (x2)


4. CRIXIUS FLAGS OF DISHONOUR

Destroyed by vengeance!

The roots of a tree can't drink from different woods, hailing a new leader for a freedom they don't deserve.

Disconnected patter to gather and army of liars,
Claiming for their freedom with a leader that won't be.

Hitting randomly, aiming nowhere, souls lighter than a leaf.

Forgetting hopes, taking wrong choices, ignoring what will be

Consumed by vengeance, faking rebellion,
Looking for gods they don't know.

Indulging in war games, raping this land,
What do they seek for?

Dishonoring a flag that could have been,
Freedom of choice, weakness in will.

Breeding the hate, a cancer in wolf's head:
The snake is fighting in the sunlight.

How many more dying men will walk this path again?

When this fake leader will throw away his mask?

The appia vein is taking his venom to Rome's hear:
They'll suck it out and die for us.

A collection of insects in a vase of grapes,
And infamous wine no one will swallow.


5. DUELLING THE SHADOW OF SPARTACUS

Just like the wind blowing from the south,
They brought us crimson skies and rain.

Just like the thin ever changing clouds,
They shift in shape and meet themselves in storms.

We'll be the highest peak to rip them off,
We'll be the full moon to lighten this road.

Beasts on a leash, that's what they are:
Body of a lion, head of snake.

Roaming a trembling land that floats on fire,
Hiding from the gladius, biting us at night.

We'll be the highest peak to rip them off,
We'll be the full moon to lighten this road.

Beasts on the run, that's what they are:
Body of a lion, head of snake.

"Face me, praefectus of the army of nowhere:
Fight us! My troops for your tamed beasts.

I can sense the scent of battle,
I want to see how much we bleed, before we die!"


6. MARS UNPREDICTABLE FLAVOUR

Father of all wars, warrior for your sons,
Is this the price to pay!
Is this your wish for us?
Marspiter ultor, show us your will.

Marspiter ultor give us the strength to kill.
We call your name as your children;
How long are we going to fight alone?

Cast aside, unneeded playthings,
Waiting for you to bring us to war.
Marspiter ultor, show us your will.
Marspiter ultor, give us the strength to kill.


7. DECIMATE THE COWARD

Don't look in his begging eyes,
Just crush his head to death.

Don't lower yours eyes, take away his breath.

Pain, fear, blood, and humiliation:
Weakness has no place to be!

Fight back every hesitation:
One on ten for the others to see!

No one will ever know their tombstones,
No one will ever show fear again,
As today we are killing each other to get stronger,
To lead the way.

Brother, I forgive you, so your soul won't be lost again.

Don't look in his begging eyes,
Just crush his head to death.

Don't lower yours eyes, take away his breath.

Pain, fear, blood, and humiliation:
Weakness has no place to be!
Fight back every hesitation:
One on ten for the gods to see!


8. SIX THOUSAND CROSSES

Till every rock will redden? till every eye will see,
Till every snake will be drove out:
Therefor you'll be rotting here.

Six thousand crosses will guide you to Rome.
Six thousand corpses will tell you the rules.

For every rock to redden,
For every eye to see, to drive out every snake,
You'll be rotting here.

Their eyes will be blank, their lips will be still,
Their legs will be crushed under the weight
Of a disemboweled body.

Burnt skin and dried blood for you
To know what a dead man feels

Burnt skin and dried blood for you
To know what a man can choose.

Six thousand crosses will guide you to Rome
Six thousand corpses will tell you the rules.

For every rock to redden, for every eye to see,
To drive out every snake, you'll be rotting here.

Their eyes will be blank, their lips will be still,
Their legs will be crushed under the weight of
A disemboweled body.

Burnt skin and dried blood for you
To know what a dead man feels.

Burnt skin and dried blood for you To know what a man can choose.

Sic deinde cuicumque alius transiliet moenia mea.

Follow them, reach for us.
Crucified on the way to Rome:
This is what you get.


9. DIVINITUS VICTOR

Awake my son, those torments are behind you.

Behold my glory as a gift, dance on your enemy's grave.

Offer me his severed skull, untie my leash of death,
Forget your blood stained hands
And satisfy all of your desires.

Divinitus victor, praefer et obdura.

Divinitus victor, dolor hic tibi proderit.

Yell my name to the skies,
I'll hear you cry.
I'll remember your faith,
I'll remember your strength!

Sleep now my son, we'll watch on your faith.
Keep this scars in your memory,
For you flesh is a prayer to us.
As I drink from his skull, and watch you roaming free, Cleansing your hands in tiber before you take the lead.

Divinitus victor,
Praefer et obdura.
Divinitus victor,
Dolor hic tibi proderit.

Yell my name to the skies,
I'll hear you cry.
I'll remember your faith,
I'll remember your strength!

Embrace the sacred silence of an ancient fatal promise.
Take back your reborn destiny,
Till you'll be riding in the Elysian fields.


10. FOR EVERYTHING TO BE THE SAME...

In aeternum - chains of misery, dirty ropes of pain
In aeternum - wheels of a stranger empire
On unexplained new lands

Evermore - demise of deepest hopes in spite of free thoughts
Endlessly - rage blinding mankind's actions,
Trying to flee but dragging pain.

Impares nascimur, pares morimur:
Someone must die.

Everlasting and tragic-demise
Of deepest hopes in spite of free thoughts.

Endlessly - rage blinding mankind's actions...

Don't exhale this new breath, spit out this bitter blood!

Don't let your hand become
A tool belonging to the infamous soil.

Don't exhale this new breath, spit out this bitter blood!
Your hands were made to create, to hold a sword and react:
Mors omnia solvit!

Someone must die for this to end.