| From cold north to scorching desert sands | |
| A vast empire ruled with iron hand | |
| Peace through war, not with alive branch | |
| Join or die submissionthe only chance | |
| Ready shield and sword against barbaric hordes | |
| Fear the Praetorian Guard, Emperor's elite | |
| Military might enslave the free | |
| Incorporation into tyranny | |
| Lay down your banners at your feet | |
| Through conquest we bring you peace | |
| Ruthlessly crush opposition | |
| We are the masters of oppression | |
| We march we bleed | |
| We crucified your Christ | |
| We siege, we conquer violently | |
| We are |