Marching through the lands of Gaul, the legions stand tall
The Eagle soars high, casting shadows on them all
From the Danube to the Nile, the empire's might displayed
The glories and the whispers in the courts, the price we paid
Verses etched in stone by the Rhine's flowing tide
Tales of triumph and despair, in the annals they abide
From Britannia to the deserts where the sands whisper low
Legionnaires pressed forward, with the rising dawn's glow