I, the vermin, the leader, the failure 
Brother, I shall not weep when you meet your doom 
Not again, I shall be your saviour 
This nation is moribund, you just can't see 
We have to align with the mighty
Lose your soul or lose your life 

In the name of Gallia, in the name of my tribe 
In the name of my greed, I became the minion 
In the name of the Gauls, in the name of the kneeled 
In the name of the fold, the name of the sold, I became the lie 

Brother, I shall not weep when you sail to the isles, Atlantic or otherworldly 
Be my sentence, be my punishment, be the sword to pierce my heart 
You dared to contest my dear-bought crown for glories extinct 
You waged to evoke my wrath, my weakness and my innermost craving for... 

Gallia, in the name of my tribe
In the name of my greed, I became the minion 
In the name of the Gauls, in the name of the kneeled 
In the name of the fold, the name of the sold, I became Rome's slave 

Dumnorix, I did quite weep when I betrayed us all 
To save us all at the threshold of our demise 
Be my penance, be my nemesis 
For I sold my soul... 

In the name of Gallia - [bad word] me, ferryman
In the name of my greed - [bad word] me, ferryman
In the name the Gauls, in the name of the kneeled 
In the name of the fold, the name of the sold, I came to die