Woe to the Vanquished - Warbringer

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