Текст песни
From the hills where eagles soar
Hear the brave tales of days of yore
Third Rome, the jewel of mortal lands
Forged by strong and virtuous hands
Legions march in iron might
Bathed in dawn’s unyielding light
Marble arches kiss the skies
Gods themselves bless our emprise!
Carthage must fall Carthage must burn
Let the tides of justice churn!
Raise the banners, sound the drum—
Till the traitor’s heart is numb!
Yet a shadow claws the Black sea
Carthage plots to shackle free
Venom drips from hollow vows
Serpent’s tongue defiles our ploughs!
They who feast on war’s disgrace
Dare to scorn our sacred race?
Blind ambition, pride undone—
Crush the viper, spare none!
Carthage must fall, Carthage must burn
Let the tides of justice churn!
Steel of Rome, no foe withstands—
Purge their ash from righteous lands!
By Jupiter’s fist, by Mars’ red flame
We’ll carve the end to their cursed name!
No pact, no plea, no fleeting breath
Till Carthage drowns in seas of death!
Carthage must fall, Carthage must burn
Let the tides of justice churn!
Rome, arise! The die is cast—
DELENDA EST! Carthage… at last
