In the summer of that year we moved the men down from the highland
Our bodies were tired but our beds warm and dry
In the valleys the tribes had formed their secret alliance
That morning our general moved us east across the Rhine

Long live the Emperor!

Drums beat down the valley through the forest in the distance
And coming from all sides we heard cold and savage cries
And as the sun set that night we knew we'd meet the resistance
But we didn't know that we, the sons of Rome, were going to die

Fall of the Emperor
Fall of the Emperor

My wife, she writes to tell me of our little Praetorian
And in the Forum there's talk of more wars on the way
And I think as I lie here beside three fallen legions
Die for what you believe in, not the gold you get paid

Down with the Emperor!
Down with the Emperor!
Down with the Emperor!
Down with the Emperor!