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I've marched through the mud

Under the lash of a thousand ruins

I've marched across the sands

Of Lybia, to battles a world away...

My body bears the scars

Of swords and spears that missed

Enemy at rows that failed to kill -

For the wings of Aquila protect me...

I marched for Rome

In the ranks of the 6th Ferrata:

I bore the standard high

Of the fighting ironblades!

Under the wings of Aquila

I've never known no fear!

Under the wings of Aquila

Victory was ours to claim!

I can still hear the thunder

Of Marius' voice barking orders

O'er the mighty din of war

In the black forests of Germania:

"You are the ironblades!

Hold the line! Raise your spears!

Fight until the end

Or 'ere Aquila's wings are red!