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From shadow and gloom, in the first light of dawn
The legion stands firm, holding ranks as one
Marching in step to the sword’s iron beat
Battle formation — disciplined, neat
Wing on his helmet, seal carved on his face
Colorless eyes like cold stone in their place
Heavy his spirit, his hand forged of lead
The legate leads legions — forward they tread
Heavens will tremble — crucify the scout
Trumpeter, sound the attack, cry it out
Sun’s blazing furnace turned crimson and red
Burning above the eastern sky ahead
Sing, wind of war — cut the enemy dead
Iron-clad infantry, death they defy
Yet under the thunder of hooves drawing nigh
Closer and closer, spears lowering low
Eastern dragoons in a furious flow
Like a razor they slash through the column in stride
Noble legate falls — honor has died
No eagle, no Rome, just Persians like storm
Crushing the cohorts, sweeping them torn
Heavens will tremble — crucify the scout
Trumpeter, sound the attack, cry it out
Sun’s blazing furnace turned crimson and red
Burning above the eastern sky ahead
Sing, wind of war — cut the enemy dead
The world is inverted, below becomes high
All things must end beneath the same sky
Where blood flows — new life is born in its wake
Where glory once stood — only oblivion’s lake
Where death claims its own — immortality’s crown
Legion commander fades into the night
In the last dying ray of the sunset’s soft light
Raindrops like bride’s tears glisten and fall
On the short sword that answered the final call
From his own doorstep no messenger rides
Trumpeter, sound the retreat — the battle subsides
Where the banner once blazed in triumphant red glow
Now ashes consume what the heavens once know — Signum quietis
The fight is over… the fight is done
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