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Ambush - that's how we won

The art of war demands adjustment

Tricked on unpreparedness, you were deceived

Your legions will die and Flaminius Nepus will be killed

My maneuvers are supreme

Rome will now feel defeat!

15,000 will now cease to exist

The rest will live in fear

On the lake of Trasimine

On the lake of Trasimine

A killing field - is what it is

On the lake of Trasimine

We are digging Rome's grave

We will strive to witness you perish

On the lake of Trasimine

On the lake of Trasimine

A killing field - is what it is

On the lake of Trasimine