Текст песни Песни о Древнем Риме - Когорты

Blood tears aorta
Packed in bronze death.
Cohorts walk along the roads
Shaking the earth.
The emperor is for us both father and judge,
And the days of his reign are bright!
Give victory to him, or fall from the spear
We are not given a third
And we
Asia and half of Europe
We walked with a shield and a sword
After all
In this bloody work
We don’t care about distances!
Persian chariots, Carthage elephants
Do not hold back our attacks.
Even the Scythians, and they could not break
The relics of steel "turtles"!
And so
Death breath stolen
Our faces again doused.
If someone turns out to be dead,
We will drink for his soul!
We, the Empire, have given you greatness
By paying a high price.
And your bones are left to whiten
Under the sun in the midday heat!
Is going
Legion, behind a cohort of cohort,
Typing step in the dust.
Legion eagle looks proudly
Looking for victory ahead.
We are cruel to the enemy, we are cruel to ourselves
But don't blame us!
The enemy is the enemy, death is death in war,
In war, for a soldier, order is order!
And again
Blood tears aorta
Packed in bronze death.
Cohorts walk along the roads
Rocking the earth
Rocking the earth
Shaking. Earthly. Firmness.