An old failure is redressed Barred is all sight into the West Not to let us foresee what is brewing there Ripple... Silence is deceptive Hooves of iron paw An ancient silent fog To blur our castles silhouettes To hide the gathering troops Black fleets explore the northern lines Fifty forts along the Rhine Fuming clefts cross Westphalia Command from Castra Vetera It was late at night when the bugle call resounded And blew forth a red storm To bear squadrons of Southern aggressors Transcending our silent banks now so rageous Ploughing the valleys in slobbering droves Foes in Sugambria! The ancient map is redrawn in blood Led by our once insurmountable waters We learnt that war has become art Within three years of suffering and barbarism Lamentamur Germaniam Inferiorem! The Northern eyesight is extinguished The Western limbs are dead The Southern torso is crippled East cannot defend.