[Verse 1]
Legionnaire to the Fourteenth
Hold your breath if you ever see his sword sheathed
Not a single oracle could've foreseen
The only man born who could make a Minotaur bleed
Hit the shore, then he storms the beach
Already setting up the future for Normandy
He's got shell shocked troops getting torn to pieces
But he can't die now, he was born to lead them

[Interlude]
Every encounter ends in execution
Bathing his conscience in red absolution
Though we are many
We fight as one

[Verse 2]
Beware the barbarian, travel in packs
When they send cavalry, send a javelin back
We shall launch in their face as the masses attack
They will call to retreat as the catapults snap
And out of the ashes, a hero is rising
The final wish of his father will drive him
The blood-soaked blade of Marius Titas
Ignite the hatred burning inside us
[Refrain]
Knowledge born from Eden
Foretold of our undoing
Civilizations have risen to fall
Seek vengeance for our fathers
Heretics reborn as martyrs
All that they've bled for will crumble and fall

[Verse 3]
Now to cut to the chase
As the coward will run from his fate
Take a look on the one he betrayed
As the balance of life puts trust in his blade
Only the traitor will fall, vengeance will have its day
Justice will come to us all, Damocles is his name
He will rise through the ranks as a true son of Rome
When he looks down on his ranks, they will do as they're told
Though his armor is light, weighed down by his sorrow
A soldier today, but a legend tomorrow

[Chorus]
Empires wither away
As heroes will blossom
But after his final crusade
We will have lost them
[Refrain]
Seek vengeance for our fathers
Heretics reborn as martyrs
All that they've bled for will crumble and fall

[Verse 4]
He is honing his focus, taking in every moment
He will never surrender, the battle will go on until he is broken
That's a pure-blooded Roman throwing his life to the aid of his homeland
Victory's on the horizon, and he knows it

[Chorus]
Empires wither away (Wither away)
As heroes will blossom
But after his final crusade (Final crusade)
We will have lost them

[Outro]
I know not to believe your lies
A true son of Rome will rise