The March To The Eternal City - Triumvirat

Marching on a dusty road

They are on their way to Rome

Countless slaves to go to war

And they are fighting not alone

On their way so confident

They are carrying missile and spear

The desperation disappeared

And victory is near

In the sea of blood and bones

Sands of time stand still

Dying on the dirty road

Spartacus has come to kill