Thumping thumping rising beat
steel and leather marching feet.
invaders come from shores afar
conquering killing sea and star,
the like of which we never saw
god and goddess we implore,
Machine that is the roman might
crushing deer skin shield so slight,
fearsome faces come for slaughter
slashing hacking show no quarter,
fields of beauty, blood stained red
our priests, our druids lying dead,
women, children cruelly slain
our god our future lies in vain,
woad, blood, skin, become one
relentless slaughter battle won.