Civilization is not a choice
It is a yoke on their backs
And the language they speak is considered weak
One of the qualities they lack
But in battle they're revered, by the Romans
they're feared,
And the women are standing in line
For the men painted blue, throwing javelins true
And their hair white with handfuls of time.

Out of the forest they scream and they slash,
Chasing the Romans away
They fall without mercy and they die in droves
But they know that Marius will pray
For deliverance from demons who eat entire
legions
And victory or death for their crimes
From the men painted blue, throwing javelins true
And their hair white with handfuls of time.

WARCRY
Into the fray
Send the bastards back to Rome!
WARCRY
Into the fray
Victory for your fathers' home!

"Ignore the racket these savages make!
They are more women and children than men!
Forget the treasure, and forget the rape,
Kill them and you'll have the lot."

WARCRY
Into the fray
Send the bastards back to Rome!
WARCRY
Into the fray
Victory for your fathers' home!