CARATACO: Bonfires burn, ancient chants of ritual in the sanctuaries of power. Painted faces, the purifying fire, and the blade that cuts through skin. The druid spoke of the dark side of fear: omens of a cruel time. The forest will howl and the land will cry out, falling stars. EMPEROR CLAUDIUS: Britain will bend the knee! I am the Emperor. CARATACO: My people will fight back! EMPEROR CLAUDIUS: I, Claudius, shall prevail in all magnificence. CARATACO: Oh, you will hit the ground. CARATACO: How can we hold on? Every tribe on it’s own. Each man a chimera, each sword a different truth. We don’t share a common ground, as a nation we are scattered. no! Some will try to find a way to ally with the invader. May the gods protect us from this fortune, the woods will be our shelter. EMPEROR CLAUDIUS: War Drums are rumbling CARATACO: As spirits from far feyond. EMPEROR CLAUDIUS: You must now march. CARATACO: Show no mercy, give them hell. EMPEROR CLAUDIUS: Achieve all glory and conquer the south. CARATACO: No surrender, we won’t fall! EMPEROR CLAUDIUS: Legions! For me you fight! EMPEROR CLAUDIUS: The demons in the shadows, children of Pluto, they leave a trace of blood behind. Their chests are naked, you can hear their voices roar and their faces crossed by unholy scars. And the terror again, the battle, the sweat, the scent of dripping blood, hold your wound for it’s fact you no longer will see the dawn. EMPEROR CLAUDIUS: Britain will bend the knee! I am the Emperor. CARATACO: My people will fight back! EMPEROR CLAUDIUS: I, Claudius, shall prevail in all magnificence. CARATACO: Oh, you will hit the ground. EMPEROR CLAUDIUS: Our glory awaits us, you fight for me. CARATACO: We raise our swords and we die on our feet. CARATACO: We mourn the dead in battle while we watch them burn Wails can be heard from… everywhere. Villages are ashes, remains of yesterday, in the fields there is nothing left to grow. CARATACO: But the path is so clear, you die or resist, under Rome’s evil grasp I won’t live. EMPEROR CLAUDIUS: Until the end! CARATACO: History will know that we fought and we died to be free… EMPEROR CLAUDIUS: Until the end! EMPEROR CLAUDIUS: Britain will bend the knee! I am the Emperor. CARATACO: My people will fight back! EMPEROR CLAUDIUS: I, Claudius, will remain, for I am a God. CARATACO: You will have to face me. CARATACO: My father lived right here, and his father before. EMPEROR CLAUDIUS: The Imperial Eagle flies. CARATACO: This land’s where I was born, free is how I fall. EMPEROR CLAUDIUS: Pretentious and naive, your people soon will die. For Rome! For Claudius! Men, fight for me! We raise our swords and we die on our feet Victors are who write the history, losers are erased. EMPEROR CLAUDIUS AND CARATACO: No one will forget the inmortal souls who died today