Bravery displayed by each side None seeked shelter, none did hide Their faces directed towards foe Causing wounds with every blow Neither then or before
Chill the air, although only september Silent the woods as in deep slumber Here in Germania, slain by Cheruscan hand The glory of Rome has come to an
A saviour that failed to save, preaching lack of will A cave for a grave, midst convicts on Golgotha's Hill The coming of a messenger, promises of a
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. Invictus! Invictus! I have
Mithras, God of the morning, our trumpets waken the wall! 'Rome is above nations, but thou art over all' Mithras, God of the morning, our trumpets waken
ihre Seele (Behold the red dawn in the east! The world is a fire! Behold the red dawn in the east! Liberate thy soul) If Caesar crossed the Rubicon,
Sons of Laconia, under Lycurgian law 300 noblemen, ancient world in awe Facing Xerxes might, no hope for victory Still Persian blood coloured the Aegian
On this site of reflection, you came to me as a ghost Near this monument of the fallen, where one hears the sad last post Celebration in the city of
Clad in armour, strong of will Eye for an eye, kill for a kill "Allah Ahkbar", "God wills it" Cross and half moon in total war "Allah Ahkbar", "God
forgot the reason why we got into this and why we're bickering (what's the reasoning?) we're different but the same you call it a competition I call
All I ever wanted to do is just play some music and take my body to a show were I could abuse it And I know that's reckless and hedonistic, but let's
I don't think that Ian Would approve of what I'm seeing The substance you abuse I call another human being You're not convincing me To come to your
My friends call me up to get me to go out on Friday night But I just felt dead inside, like I had to hide From small talk and boozed-up disapproving
The golden age is never coming back Getting out was not part of the plan You are just a victim of an older time Falling behind in exponential times
Well I couldn't afford to pay my rent So I moved back in with my parents again I never asked to be put in this earth But I'd like to be able to prove
Well we've all got the right Guaranteed by a state And even a god Demands that it's my job Just to procreate For everyone to feed Something's gotta bleed
You already knew details when you met me So whatcha think I"m supposed to be? Some hyped up hometown hero? Or a pathetic celebrity? And maybe you're
This economy has been taken under siege by an industry that's been dictated militarily dependent on oil under foreign soil like a locomotive waiting