Fraught with so much greed, imperial needs. 
Satisfy your hunger for might and blood! 
With greedy claws the eagle flew 
Leaving chaos and widows on his hunt. 

We do not accept to bear the half-moon on our feet 
Nor to bow, to the laurel wreath! 

"Haec terra mea est" - the urge of your own want 
spurring the horse towards the devastating aint. 
It's the pauper that accrouches - bared indigence 
Your need should cost unnumbered lives! 

might and riches you have sought, 
willing to pay the price in human lives! 

False and fallacious, killing and omnivorous 
depleting the value of human life! 
But we always knew: You came with fortune 
and one day [bad word] with steel! 

We did not accept to bear the half-moon on our feet! 
tort that pays it wage death? 

Well, how does it feel, the blood on your hands? 
I hope you had a ball in effacing lives! 
Well, how does it feel, the blood on your hands? 
I hope the gold you've won bestows your delight! 

...standing at the top of all [bad word] you have left... 
watch our wives remigrate with crooked backs...