Britannia Songtext
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Britannia Songtext
Bonfires burn
Ancient chants of ritual in the sanctuaries of power, painted faces
The purifying fire, and the blade that cuts through skin
The druid spoke of the dark side of fear: omens of a cruel time
The forest will howl and the land will cry out, falling stars
Britain will bend the knee! I am the Emperor
My people will fight back!
I, Claudius, shall prevail in all magnificence (Oh, you will hit the ground)
How can we hold on? Every tribe on it′s own
Each man a chimera, each sword a different truth
We don't share a common ground, as a nation we are scattered, no!
Some will try to find a way to ally with the invader
May the gods protect us from this
Fortune, the woods will be our shelter
War Drums are rumbling
As spirits from far feyond
You must now march
Show no mercy, give them hell
Achieve all glory and conquer the south
No surrender, we won′t fall!
Legions! For me you fight!
The demons in the shadows, children of Pluto
They leave a trace of blood behind. Their chests are naked
You can hear their voices roar and their faces crossed by unholy scars
And the terror again, the battle, the sweat
The scent of dripping blood
Hold your wound for it's fact you no longer will see the dawn
Britain will bend the knee! I am the Emperor
My people will fight back!
I, Claudius, shall prevail in all magnificence (Oh, you will hit the ground)
Our glory awaits us, you fight for me
We raise our swords and we die on our feet
We mourn the dead in battle while we watch them burn
Wails can be heard from... everywhere. Villages are ashes
Remains of yesterday, in the fields there is nothing left to grow
But the path is so clear
You die or resist, under Rome's evil grasp I won′t live
Until the end!
History will know that we fought and we died to be free
Until the end!
Britain will bend the knee! I am the Emperor
My people will fight back!
I, Claudius, will remain, for I am a God (You will have to face me)
My father lived right here, and his father before
The Imperial Eagle flies
This land′s where I was born, free is how I fall
Pretentious and naive, your people soon will die
For Rome! For Claudius! Men, fight for me!
We raise our swords and we die on our feet
Victors are who write the history, losers are erased
No one will forget the inmortal souls who died today
Ancient chants of ritual in the sanctuaries of power, painted faces
The purifying fire, and the blade that cuts through skin
The druid spoke of the dark side of fear: omens of a cruel time
The forest will howl and the land will cry out, falling stars
Britain will bend the knee! I am the Emperor
My people will fight back!
I, Claudius, shall prevail in all magnificence (Oh, you will hit the ground)
How can we hold on? Every tribe on it′s own
Each man a chimera, each sword a different truth
We don't share a common ground, as a nation we are scattered, no!
Some will try to find a way to ally with the invader
May the gods protect us from this
Fortune, the woods will be our shelter
War Drums are rumbling
As spirits from far feyond
You must now march
Show no mercy, give them hell
Achieve all glory and conquer the south
No surrender, we won′t fall!
Legions! For me you fight!
The demons in the shadows, children of Pluto
They leave a trace of blood behind. Their chests are naked
You can hear their voices roar and their faces crossed by unholy scars
And the terror again, the battle, the sweat
The scent of dripping blood
Hold your wound for it's fact you no longer will see the dawn
Britain will bend the knee! I am the Emperor
My people will fight back!
I, Claudius, shall prevail in all magnificence (Oh, you will hit the ground)
Our glory awaits us, you fight for me
We raise our swords and we die on our feet
We mourn the dead in battle while we watch them burn
Wails can be heard from... everywhere. Villages are ashes
Remains of yesterday, in the fields there is nothing left to grow
But the path is so clear
You die or resist, under Rome's evil grasp I won′t live
Until the end!
History will know that we fought and we died to be free
Until the end!
Britain will bend the knee! I am the Emperor
My people will fight back!
I, Claudius, will remain, for I am a God (You will have to face me)
My father lived right here, and his father before
The Imperial Eagle flies
This land′s where I was born, free is how I fall
Pretentious and naive, your people soon will die
For Rome! For Claudius! Men, fight for me!
We raise our swords and we die on our feet
Victors are who write the history, losers are erased
No one will forget the inmortal souls who died today
Writer(s): Joaquín Padilla Barrios Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
