Woe to the Vanquished

To the victor goes the spoils Sound the drums of war Raising high our banners The legion marches forth On a trail of conquest We are the sons of Mars We desecrate their shrines Annihilate their gods They burn The tomb of civilizations On the endless march We set afire the town All who oppose The gladius cuts them down (Down) They call out for mercy For refuge they seek But the deafening roar of battle Silences the weak They fall The fall of once-mighty nations The sick, the dying, the conquered, the slain Forget their faces, forget their names Vae victis Woe to the vanquished Cities fall to the barbaric horde Watch your family put to the sword After the conquest men are enslaved Children are butchered, the women are raped Waters that once gave life run red Your language, culture, way of life dead Each of your sons I shall murder at birth 'Til all of your people are wiped from the earth Tomb of civilizations The fall of mighty nations Woe to the vanquished The battle you have lost The blood that falls like rain Now your temples lie in ruins Your people are in chains Woe to the vanquished Woe to the vanquished Woe to the vanquished Your line dies with you