When the fields are red Like a crimson robe And the name of the king who wears This robe is man The waves of wrath have been released To drown the sinister and different
Noble causes sink in oceans of bodies Where flesh and steel is one Memories of ancient wars Remove the frozen bonds of time
Return to carthage Ages have passed And savage hordes have bowed To the true gods
Glory is a whore that seduces even a Priest but few are those who taste her Kiss upon the piles of those that she Betrayed
Return to carthage In bitter irony The proud city lies raped
Gods of order, gods of chaos Till the next time When our pawns will move again
