Our power/might is in service of the empire
The price of the pact is payed with the sword
When the toll is levied by the empire
My time will come and I will say goodbye to my country
Out over our land I will then look once more
I breathe the air and accept the journey
To a coast where the glory awaits us
Because my people bring death from the East
Before duty calls
I turn around once more
To see my land lay there
Where my life begun
Straight through the flows
Killing for Rome
Death from the East
Brothers in Arms
Over the sea to a coast far from here
With my people I sow death and destruction
I fought a war over sea for peace for my people
Fighting, filled with fire, for the glory of Rome