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Axes, mallets work fast on the trees

The trap is prepared

Lucius, proudly, with the army marches to his doom

In shadows boii await silently the legions

A shiver runs down lucius' spine

The calm whispers promises of death

A yell from the depth of forest

Then hell, deadly dominoes

Litana starts to crumble

The trees show no mercy

Panic, dreadful rumble

Twenty-thousand men are slain

Lucius runs, there's no way out

His skull is a cup where boii drink to victory

 

«...Ancipiti strages arma viros equos obruerunt ut vix decem homines effugerent. Nam cun examinati pleque essent arbotum truncis fragmentisque ramorum. »

Few men shocked and aghast resist to the hordes

Lucius desperately kills as many as he can

Romans never surrender

They die bravely with the gladius in their hands

Lucius shouts his final oath to gods:

"Ultionemque eam faudis in deorum ac populi romani potestate [fore]"