Rome fell, Hannibal has prevailed 
The free ones are exterminated or jailed 
No more law, just the whims of [bad word] overseas idols 

Those who survived are turned to the scum 
Oppressed and absolutely dumb 
No hope, [bad word] and prayers from this abyss are idle 

But we haven't forgotten 
The glory of Rome 
We [bad word] that one day 
We'll bring back our home 

In our tabooed dreams 
Battle lines of iron 
Standards crowned with eagles 
Rebirth of the Empire 
In the night of Rome 
We bring near the daybreak 
Even dead will rise when legion calls 

We're hiding in the dark heart of Carthage 
We're still reliving that carnage 
But cowards turned themselves into fatherland haters 

They catch leftovers from the table 
They think that our shame is stable 
And glorify the generosity of the Carthage liberators 

They will never bribe us 
With their false well-being 
They play as worthy men 
But their contentment stinks 

We will [bad word] away 
The dust of the traitors 
There's no sight more fair 
Than death of the dictator 
In the night of Rome 
We bring near the daybreak 
Even dead will rise when legion calls