| Whoa | |
| Scorched earth we left | |
| A barren land of ash | |
| Our fatherland laid waste | |
| Be the void our ****ing monument | |
| At a laden dawn | |
| At this omnous morn | |
| Pila loomed on the horizon | |
| Talons of the wolverine | |
| Exanimate legions formed | |
| At the very gates of Avaricum | |
| Believed invulnerable | |
| This Gallic wall | |
| But straight out of nowhere | |
| Before our eyes this goddamn bane arose | |
| Thus Avaricum burns | |
| Under a dead sky | |
| Avaricum drowns | |
| In blood and demise | |
| And demise | |
| Siege towers emerged | |
| Protruding from the ground | |
| Standing out against the threatening sky | |
| As if to mock all valiantness | |
| Face to face | |
| With an eye-levelled enemy | |
| Serried Roman ranks | |
| Embattled upon our hold | |
| Yeah | |
| Whoa | |
| Cut off and trapped inside | |
| As the carnage was at hand | |
| As the creak of the winches extolled our doom | |
| The slaughter befell Avaricum | |
| Death siffered the Oppidum | |
| Left to pillage sack and rape | |
| Avaricum, the brave | |
| Became Avaricum, the grave | |
| Thus Avaricum burns | |
| Under a dead sky | |
| Avaricum drowns | |
| In blood and demise | |
| And demise |