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Yes, once more,

you, braves commoners

take your swords.

Leave the caves,

now, pick your weapons,

face the plagues…

and the hedgehog men.

Through the escarpments

of Vesuvius

we will ride.

To the sea,

before being thrown

to the eels.

Fai che questo inferno sia come l`inverno.

La debolezza qui non trionferà.

We must reach

our own chimera,

from the shrubbery.

Sixteen are

the sky`s regions

and none is here…

in the Seven Hills.

Lascia che el forte decida la morte

La gloria ha fame di banalità.

“Oh no… vast Rome,

Thy ruin approaches.

Not from your strong walls,

but substance and blood.”

Dal Palatino emerge il destino

della radiante e immortale città…

“Oh no… vast Rome,

Thy ruin approaches.

Not from your strong walls,

but substance and blood.”