50 Forts Along The Rhine - The Ruins Of Beverast

An old failure is redressed

Barred is all sight into the West

Not to let us foresee what is brewing there

Ripple

Silence is deceptive

Hooves of iron paw

An ancient silent fog

To blur our castles' silhouettes

To hide the gathering troops

Black fleets explore the northern lines

Fifty forts along the Rhine

Fuming clefts cross Westphalia

Command from Castra Vetera

It was late at night when the bugle call resounded

And blew forth a red storm

To bear squadrons of Southern aggressors

Transcending our silent banks now so rageous

Ploughing the valleys in slobbering droves

Foes in Sugambria!

The ancient map is redrawn in blood

Led by our once insurmountable waters

We learnt that war has become art

Within three years of suffering and barbarism

Lamentamur Germaniam Inferiorem!

The Northern eyesight is extinguished

The Western limbs are dead

The Southern torso is crippled

East cannot defend