[00:04.41]To the victor goes the spoils
[00:07.34]Sound the drums of war
[00:09.40]Raising high our banners
[00:11.54]The legion marches forth
[00:14.16]On a trail of conquest
[00:16.13]We are the sons of Mars!
[00:18.31]We desecrate their shrines
[00:20.64]Annihilate their gods
[00:22.86]They burn
[00:26.56]The tomb of civilizations
[00:36.50]On the endless march
[00:39.29]We set afire the town
[00:41.81]All who oppose
[00:43.84]The gladius cuts them down
[00:46.26]They call out for mercy
[00:48.23]For refuge they seek
[00:50.45]But the deafening roar of battle
[00:52.88]Silences the weak
[00:55.15]They fall
[00:58.65]The fall of once-mighty nations
[01:07.24]The sick, the dying, the conquered, the slain
[01:09.67]Forget their faces, forget their names
[01:15.73]Vae victis
[01:20.08]Woe to the vanquished
[01:22.25]Cities fall to the barbaric horde
[01:23.52]Watch your family put to the sword
[01:25.85]After the conquest men are enslaved
[01:28.07]Children are butchered, the women are raped
[01:30.53]Waters that once gave life run red
[01:32.66]Your language, culture, way of life dead
[01:34.93]Each of your sons I shall murder at birth
[01:37.25]'Til all of your people are wiped from the earth
[01:39.79]The tomb of civilizations
[01:44.49]The fall of mighty nations
[01:48.12]Woe to the vanquished
[03:22.63]The battle you have lost
[03:26.05]The blood that falls like rain
[03:29.46]Now your temples lie in ruins
[03:33.04]Your people are in chains
[03:36.88]Woe to the vanquished
[03:40.32]Woe to the vanquished
[03:43.97]Woe to the vanquished
[03:47.19]Your line dies with you

To the victor goes the spoils
Sound the drums of war
Raising high our banners
The legion marches forth
On a trail of conquest
We are the sons of Mars!
We desecrate their shrines
Annihilate their gods
They burn
The tomb of civilizations
On the endless march
We set afire the town
All who oppose
The gladius cuts them down
They call out for mercy
For refuge they seek
But the deafening roar of battle
Silences the weak
They fall
The fall of once-mighty nations
The sick, the dying, the conquered, the slain
Forget their faces, forget their names
Vae victis
Woe to the vanquished
Cities fall to the barbaric horde
Watch your family put to the sword
After the conquest men are enslaved
Children are butchered, the women are raped
Waters that once gave life run red
Your language, culture, way of life dead
Each of your sons I shall murder at birth
'Til all of your people are wiped from the earth
The tomb of civilizations
The fall of mighty nations
Woe to the vanquished
The battle you have lost
The blood that falls like rain
Now your temples lie in ruins
Your people are in chains
Woe to the vanquished
Woe to the vanquished
Woe to the vanquished
Your line dies with you