Virtus et sanguis
gloria et violentia
Their blood makes me strong
their cries will not make my mercy
history can pass through a man if he believes in his fate
as the centuries go by the hero's name stands still
In times of war when hopes are weak
Porsenna attacks our city to reclaim a sludge throne
a man can pray for peace only if he prepares for war
and if he prays for battle
Gods will satisfy both
waiting for my enemy that I've longed to see
blood pulses faster in my veins as the army comes near to me
this will not be my end
and this river will witness
Pudor deinde commovit aciem
et clamore sublato
undique in unum hostem tela coniuciunt
Their blood makes me strong
their cries will not make my mercy
a cold piece of iron made warm through Etrurian bodies
a sword in my hand it's all I deserve
Tiberine pater te sancte precor
haec arma et hunc militem
propitio flumine accipias
gloria et violentia
Their blood makes me strong
their cries will not make my mercy
history can pass through a man if he believes in his fate
as the centuries go by the hero's name stands still
In times of war when hopes are weak
Porsenna attacks our city to reclaim a sludge throne
a man can pray for peace only if he prepares for war
and if he prays for battle
Gods will satisfy both
waiting for my enemy that I've longed to see
blood pulses faster in my veins as the army comes near to me
this will not be my end
and this river will witness
Pudor deinde commovit aciem
et clamore sublato
undique in unum hostem tela coniuciunt
Their blood makes me strong
their cries will not make my mercy
a cold piece of iron made warm through Etrurian bodies
a sword in my hand it's all I deserve
Tiberine pater te sancte precor
haec arma et hunc militem
propitio flumine accipias