A storm from north From alps pours forth Boii swarm on po valley Ateste claimed His rights in vain The gauls are here to loot felsina One hundred tribes Covetous eyes Shining with primordial anger Boii stand as one Etruscans hold The lines are broken They burn Scent of human bonfires fills the air They burn Running for their lives but they're caught They burn Screams of pain Etruscans slain Feed the barbaric frenzy The end of day No life was saved Their tears are dried while they burn They burn and die Etruscans enlighten the night Ateste was betrayed The end of sacred felzna End of day No life was saved Screams of pain While they're lost in fire Ashes in the air Doom and despair Maids killed and raped While etruscans Burn Scent of human bonfires fills the air They burn Running for their lives but they're caught They burn