Timor Macilentus

Armies made of thousands brave men
red fields of armored corpses
cold silent sun passing by the scene
nothing can be stronger then sharp ear

It walks smoothly with any sound to their brains
the sense of annihilation it can provide
can make a king tremble and run away
and I am the fear thou shall flee from

I am the blade in hate's right hand
closer to my enemy than anyone else
I rise my knife to sky I'm ready to strike
already taste the blood my hands will free
God of war forgive me for I have failed

Romanus sum, hostis hostem occedere volui
nec ad mortem minus animi est
quam fuim ad caedem
et facere et pati fortia Romanorum est
nec unus in te ego hos animos gessi
nullam aciem, nullum praelium timueris
longus post me ordo est idem potentium decus
en tibiut sentias quam vile corpus sit
iis qui magnam gloriam vident