The Day of Cannae

The sun arises with a bronze shine across the sky
Wind blows across the fields of Ofanto
Trumpets belt out, horses' neigh,
the drumming of thousand hooves

Orders, cheering and prayers
Two armies marching on
In the plain ready to fight
Ready to fight and kill!

A day to die! The day of Cannae!

With the sword in the hand we fight for the Imperium
Hannibal outflanked our troops.
We were surrounded.

Orders, cheering and prayers
Two armies marching on
In the plain ready to fight
Ready to fight and kill!

We were surrounded and torn apart
Most of our troops were captured and killed
This was the day of Cannae.