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There at these ominous shores of river Saone |
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There at these shores the die has been cast |
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Valour and honour were stripped off their meaning |
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We will not know innocence again |
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At sombre nightfall the defenceless were bestially run down |
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Saone stained with helvetic blood |
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You will not shake hands with arrant beliers |
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You'd rather die than turn into minions |
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Freedom was our highest good |
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We ventured our lives |
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Meet the liar |
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This dead black night |
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Our destiny revealed |
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Meet the enemy |
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It will... never be the same |
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There at these portentous shores of river Saone |
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There at these shores the die has been cast |
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We saw the true face of the Roman ravener |
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The gorgoneion on the cuirass appeared |
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It was like playing ludus latrunculorum |
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The pieces were made of flesh and of blood |
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Valour and honour bereft of their meaning |
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The blood on your hands will forever stay |
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Freedom was our highest good |
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We ventured our lives |
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Meet the liar |
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This dead black night |
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Our destiny revealed |
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Meet the enemy |
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It will... never be the same |
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It's not us to go under the yoke |
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Of that fact the Roman people are witness |
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We will not bow (meet the liar) |
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Meet the enemy |
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Meet the liar |
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Meet the enemy |
