| Hear sounds of a distant time
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| Echoing voices of ancient tyrants
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| Hamilcar, son of Carthage
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| Bestow the seed of the lion broods
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| From this day, one will rise; |
| many will fall
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| To seek the throne, the throne of sand
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| The perilous nations, tremble at the hands of your enemy
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| I’ve sealed your fate, in dreams far away
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| Oh let the sun shine upon you
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| Rise my son, avenge your father
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| For this glory is built in fire, in fire
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| «Father, on this day I promise to never be a friend of Rome, to treat them as a
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| mortal enemy. |
| This promise I make with my blood. |
| I am the son of Carthage,
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| and let the blood of Rome flow in the oceans of war.»
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| Feel the might of Carthage
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| The power of a thousand spears descending
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| Beasts crushing the skulls of the enemy
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| Eternal storms ascend
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| In honor of my father, we shall rise again
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| Again!
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| There’s no place to die
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| There’s no end in sight
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| There’s only pain, only death, only one shall reign
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| Forgotten legends lay among the wasted lands
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| King of all kings, merciless
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| Descend upon thee, with might and power, warriors of the sands
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| Fear me, for I am Hannibal! |