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Reinforced by the brave gaesatae

Alliance of free men

Guided by two kings

Invading southern lands

Plundering and burning

We march against the wolves

The unprepared praetor

Moves to us incautiosly

After nightfall wolves spring the ambush

Faesulae will be their eternal graveyard soon

Doom

Camp fires as a decoy

Lure the romans like a moth

We attack from the rear

Six thousand massacred, eviscerated

Gaius the consul comes

Unites with aemilius

For the battle of telamon

We stand with insubres in light cloaks

The gaesatae fight naked in trance

All the armies gaze on the hill

With the cavalries giving death pell-mell

Doom

Gaius falls in the mellay

Fighting with desparate courage

After stubborn struggle

The romans take the hill

Caught between two armies

Gaesatae shout their pride

All in the prime of life

Death or victory for the gauls

Doom

The hastati come forth

Raining death from the sky

With impotent rage

We hold the ground almost cut to pieces

Equals to them in courage

Inferior only in arms

The cavalry comes from the flank

The kings are slain with us all

Forty thousand celts are gone