I've marched through the mud Under the lash of a thousand ruins I've marched across the sands Of lybia, to battles a world away My body bears the scars Of swords and spears that missed Enemy at rows that failed to kill - For the wings of aquila protect me
I marched for rome In the ranks of the 6th ferrata: I bore the standard high Of the fighting ironblades! Under the wings of aquila I've never known no fear! Under the wings of aquila Victory was ours to claim!
I can still hear the thunder Of marius' voice barking orders O'er the mighty din of war In the black forests of germania: "You are the ironblades! Hold the line! Raise your spears! Fight until the end Or 'ere aquila's wings are red!"
