The Vitulean Empire

“We crossed the mountains, we sailed the seas, under the shadow of the eagle we lived,
leaving behind us sufference and fire...
We are the sons of Vitulean Empire!
To conquer proudly and enslave in terror, we sons of Mars, we march!!
A pool of blood will be those battlefields... We'll fight and die until the fall of the cross!”

“Look at those ancient fields, where vexilloids of war,
moved by the winds of Amma inspired us victory!
The black wolf is our guide, for foe's demise!
As Marsicans we are know, we lead a bloody rise!”

Hidden in the mountains that overlook the sea they prepare for fray,
sharpening their pagan blades and sacrificing virgins
for a sure and flawless victory...
even the children are proud sons of the wolf!

“Rise! Here they come,
war we shall deserve to every foe who walke the land of boars!”

“We are the sons of Vitulean Empire,
we praise the gods of destruction and fire,
we hail the wolf, to the legend we aspire
we bear a sword for Vitulean Empire!”

“Samnites ancient strategies once defiled the battalions of roman empire,
now you dare to face again a land that denies
the slavery and weakness of your new deity,
we'll crush the cross upon the face of your newborns!”

Supra Picenum Vestini, er Maarsi, et Peligni, et Marrucini, atque Frentani,
Saminitica gens, montana tenent.