Heil, Rome, victorious!
On a wild wide battle we are burning the fields
We are standing in light and make tyrants fear
No winds no rain no fire can prevent our way
We are heading out for the end of humankind

On wings of steel
We are flying high to the end of the world
An eagle of terror [bad word] The earth in despair, the sun in decline

On wild wide battle we are burning the land
We are trampling flesh and make kingdoms fear
No wind no rain no fire can prevent our way
We are heading out, for the end of the human race