Warcry 歌词

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!