クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Heretics
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tim Lobner
Songwriter
歌詞
Ten thousand sold each day
A human life no more than a unit
Tattoos on their foreheads, protecting investment
„Stop me, I'm a runaway!“
The sole purpose is to serve
Pleasure, amusement, decadence
Woe to him who fails
For he is forever condemned to the mines
Rise! Flee!
Escape this bond!
Fight! Kill!
With spit and knife
Walk with me, walk free
One last time, gladly
Before you die
About seventy escape
Starting legend, their life they shape
Roaming throughout the land
Unshackled hands but hunted all the same
Underestimated, victorious in battle
Triumph, thus growing stronger still
Every roman corpse leaves a sword behind
They strengthen the ranks of the uprising
As do servants that
Increase the numbers to seventy thousand strong
The siege is futile
An obstacle overcome
The will and spirit
Not broken so easily
The spoils of war
Shared just among all there are
So more yet join
The uprising at its peak
Loosing thirty thousand men
Yet winning with four times that number
Sacrificing captives, honouring the dead
Revenge for the fallen ones
Craven foes turn around and flee
Their fate just worsens on familiar grounds
Decimation will
Strengthen their spirit for the coming fight
Walk with me, walk free
One last time, gladly
March with me, be bold
And peace you may behold
before you die
In the last battle everything is lost
Whoever survives the sword still dies
Two hundred kilometers, the Via Appia
Six thousand crucified a warning to the world
Written by: Tim Lobner
