| Song | Dawning Tempest |
| Artist | Suidakra |
| Album | Caledonia |
| 作曲 : Marcel, SuidAkrA | |
| Cohorts! – Regather! | |
| Blood is running down my tiring hands | |
| Falling as pure red dew on the ground | |
| A pulse of drums fills the air | |
| Death is all around me | |
| Dea Tacita a grim companion | |
| For roman glory | |
| A deafening calm | |
| Is screaming “forward” | |
| And again we face the hordes | |
| Painted beasts - in boiling rage | |
| Deeply staring into the eyes of inevitable fate | |
| Hell's unleashed in screams of agony | |
| When first I raised the tempest | |
| I call on Mars to guide us | |
| Nothing here, nothing else | |
| To save us from the storm | |
| Sacrifice the world and its | |
| Progress to salvation | |
| Quirites, sons of Rome | |
| Ruins of mankind must be overthrown | |
| This is the dawning tempest | |
| Now, I am becoming death | |
| A destroyer of worlds and | |
| A lost soul on a path through ruins | |
| Condemned to grow and cursed to follow | |
| Ten thousand men on my command | |
| Hordes of tribesmen wild and furious | |
| Painted beasts – rage amongst us | |
| Colliding worlds so fierce and cold | |
| A feast of flesh in the eyes of a crow | |
| And again we face the hordes | |
| Deeply staring into the eyes of fate | |
| A taste of doom sealed with blood | |
| Sacrificing the world to hate |
| zuò qǔ : Marcel, SuidAkrA | |
| Cohorts! Regather! | |
| Blood is running down my tiring hands | |
| Falling as pure red dew on the ground | |
| A pulse of drums fills the air | |
| Death is all around me | |
| Dea Tacita a grim companion | |
| For roman glory | |
| A deafening calm | |
| Is screaming " forward" | |
| And again we face the hordes | |
| Painted beasts in boiling rage | |
| Deeply staring into the eyes of inevitable fate | |
| Hell' s unleashed in screams of agony | |
| When first I raised the tempest | |
| I call on Mars to guide us | |
| Nothing here, nothing else | |
| To save us from the storm | |
| Sacrifice the world and its | |
| Progress to salvation | |
| Quirites, sons of Rome | |
| Ruins of mankind must be overthrown | |
| This is the dawning tempest | |
| Now, I am becoming death | |
| A destroyer of worlds and | |
| A lost soul on a path through ruins | |
| Condemned to grow and cursed to follow | |
| Ten thousand men on my command | |
| Hordes of tribesmen wild and furious | |
| Painted beasts rage amongst us | |
| Colliding worlds so fierce and cold | |
| A feast of flesh in the eyes of a crow | |
| And again we face the hordes | |
| Deeply staring into the eyes of fate | |
| A taste of doom sealed with blood | |
| Sacrificing the world to hate |