Testi:
Cauldron Born And Rome Shall Fall

The wind is moaning through the trees and the sorceress on her knees Sacrifice in the grove tonight The legions are on their way and the Romans they

the battle it rocks the sky As the Kelts smote and heap the carnage high The Vikings form their shirld wall But the Dalcasian axes see that they fall

chains while my fists can still grip steel I will go to the worms of the earth and I'll strike my unholy deal I won't break and I alone, I will be the

drinks the blood at dawn Steel on steel will clash In a lightning flash Thousands of men fall down and die At last we break their lines and now they

Traduzione: Cauldron Born. ... E Roma Shall Fall.