Paroles de Centurion

He was branded by the politicians braked by the exile Now he's looking daggers at the mankind darkening the peace of life There will be a lots of widows climbing over the faints It will storm a lighting warfare the world will see his might Heavy as a triphammer louder than a locomotive Spread the eagles of banners The roman predator is crossing the door The myriad of smoking guns lacerates the sky Lancinating screams of bronze steeds flog the mellow jive The enemies will be on the rack under the rabid look They will be returned guilty by the eagle troops Legions are moving forwards shambles will be reality Hell steelwork released a blazing river of lead Centurion is flashing Centurion is marching Centurion is laughing Centurion is coming on! He's burning, he's killing, he's swinging March on, march on, march on He's coming to get you!