Our soldiers keep marching on fighting from dusk till dawn
as they slay their enemies in a by gods forsakened land
As I wake the morning after waiting to collect my tole
again this tenth legion keeps marching on my soil
So we wet our steal waiting for another ferocious kill
extinct, wiped from the face of this earth.
A ravished landscape will be the last thing the'll see
the next kill after slain the revolt
Within my lap they lay wounded waiting for the sun
to bleach there bones
only a ruined landscape will remain
emaciated and defeated after months of fighting
now there are bound to serve their nemesis
this glorious era after the great revolt
batavodurum survived through ruins and time
