1. BATTLE OF LAKE TRASIMENE

Tanit Bless us!
We are walking in the lands of the Romans
Baal Hammon bless us!
Your wives will be offered condolences

Our leader lost his eye, but did not lose his flair
Their blood will feed the lake. Their souls will stain the air

They didn't wait for us
This moment will be last
They thought we were afraid
But now it is too late
A quick blow to the heart
Pikes do their bloody art
Baal Hammon bless us!
Tanit Bless us!

Rome will fall!
Rome will fall! Now!
Rome will fall!
Rome will fall!

We were freezing in the mountains
We were drowning in swamps
Our hikes will be legends
To the last drop
Last drop

They prepared carts for our corpses
Enchanted by love and hope
They drank wine in their cities
To the last drop

We walk over their bodies
We cut off their heads
We trample their homeland
And paint the ground red

Our ranks are sturdy
Robust and deadly
Gods will be friendly
The great army flees

Their shields are broken
Don't care that spoken
Soldiers are blocked
Great army on their knees

Our ranks are sturdy.
Robust and deadly
The gods will be friendly
We laugh in face of death

Their shields are broken
Don't care that spoken
Soldiers are blocked
And paint the sky red

Gods help us
Gods bless us
Blow the pipes

Our strength is endless
Our life is endless
In stories and our eyes