He was branded by the politicians  braked by the exile  Now he's looking daggers at the mankind  darkening the peace of life  There will be a lots of widows  climbing over the faints  It will storm a lighting warfare  the world will see his might    Heavy as a triphammer  louder than a locomotive  Spread the eagles of banners  The roman predator is crossing the door    The myriad of smoking guns  lacerates the sky  Lancinating screams of bronze steeds  flog the mellow jive  The enemies will be on the rack  under the rabid look  They will be returned guilty  by the eagle troops    Legions are moving forwards  shambles will be reality  Hell steelwork released  a blazing river of lead    Centurion is flashing  Centurion is marching  Centurion is laughing  Centurion is coming on!    He's burning, he's killing, he's swinging  March on, march on, march on  He's coming to get you!