| From the smell of the blessed lands | |
| We march for glory to conquer | |
| In the name of the fatherland | |
| We bleed the blood of the Gods | |
| The sun calls upon us | |
| Legions to free Rome | |
| I've touched your faith and you've touched my blade | |
| The moon's lunar rays peek through the mist of the evening fog | |
| The wind whispers the sounds of war | |
| Speak to us of domination, avenge oh glorious Caesar | |
| For thy wounds shall be healed, for all populous of Rome | |
| Dawn awakens the slumber | |
| Prepare ourselves for victory | |
| Arm ourselves with steel of faith | |
| Engage the enemy | |
| For everyone they kill, we shall kill ten | |
| For every moment lost, time never stops | |
| For every sorrow given a new death stricken | |
| For every breath I take, I feel the world shake | |
| Centurion. . . Move forward | |
| Conflict, eternal | |
| Blood centurions | |
| Internal chaos | |
| Monarch's of Hell | |
| Pompeii to fall (Brutus Faction) defeat is imminent, Hail Caesar! | |
| Octavian to rule. . . | |
| The civil war is over | |
| The Battle of Philippi gone | |
| Long live Gaius Julius Caesar | |
| As Emperor I shall reestablish the Roman Empire | |
| Restore its facade born is the Praetorian Guard | |
| An era of change comes | |
| Border frontiers secured | |
| Build the foundation lost | |
| Pax Romana |