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Fear the hand of patriots

hail in blessed unity

Hardened stone bravery issues forth

Iron-hearts of the proud

Casting arms in oath to protect

the sanctity coursing noble veins

Three swords for three brothers

ready to die for fathers grace

cursing this Curiatii of the Alba

spitting blood upon the very name

Ready the horses and gold plated guard

they journey for contest at dawn

The tears of sisters and wives

still wet upon armored breast

They meet with bloody certainty

spitting their venom with every hateful blow

two of our bravest sons fall on their guard

igniting the heart of Roman fury

Honor thy Mother Roma

Protect her from our foreign enemy

raise your arms in defiance

sacrifice your soul to victory

Allowing a chase to separate the pack

the final roman soldier outwits them and attacks

Using his sword to cut them down

it took just one man to kill them all

Wearing three bloody heads upon your blazon belt

let thy smiling father beat his bitter chest with pride

Look to our earned west

Do you not see our sunlit walls?

Feel the power move through your soul

let your heart spill over with pride

Pledge the oath ye sons of the wolf

keeping true to your destiny

The halls grow dark with foreign demons

Keep the sacred ember glowing in us all

Even though his brothers fell to unworthy ones

forever on their blazing will moves the centuries

Onwards in Victoria

Daughters be not saddened

A true warrior never dies

Remember the oath and sacrifice

what must be done allows our paradise

Walk the noble path of glory

tread not the swamp of cowardice

Honor brave deeds forge the path

carry our torch beyond their grave