Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blood Slakes The Sand At Circus Maximus, artist - Bal-Sagoth.
Date of issue: 01.11.1998
Song language: English
Blood Slakes The Sand At Circus Maximus |
Iceni Messenger: Hearken! |
The Ninth Legion has been put to the sword! |
The war-Chief of Queen Boudicca: Onwards to Camulodunum… |
wet your swords! |
Redden the earth with Roman blood! |
I remember the carnage at Camulodunum… |
The glorious clash of Celtic sword against Roman gladius, |
The pride in the eyes of our war-queen |
As we hacked down the Imperial Eagle, |
And the severed heads of centurions gaping atop our spears. |
Bloodshed and Battle: 61 AD (C. |
They had gone too far, these invaders from the east, with their imperial eagle |
which they dared to drive into our sacred soil… |
pompously claiming our island as their own. |
They who marched across the world expanding their empire all for the greater |
glory of their succession of debauched emperors, reclining upon their ivory |
thrones in the heart of sweltering Rome. |
Aye, they had gone too far… |
After their brutal annexation of our sovereign Iceni lands and the vile rape of |
our Queen Boudicca’s royal daughters, the Romans had the sown the fields of |
carnage and they would reap a grim harvest of slaughter, without doubt! |
They had enraged the Red Queen, and by the gods, they would pay! |
We certainly taught the arrogant invading dogs a lesson, at any rate. |
The omens and portents spoke of vast bloodshed and great carnage, |
and after our slaughterous victories at Camulodunum (the Temple of Claudius |
burned wonderfully!), Londinium and Verulanium, the cursed Romans finally dared |
to meet us honourably upon the field of war at Mandeussedum. |
They sent fifteen thousand legionaires, their armour gleaming like gold in the |
sun… |
but it would still yield to our swords and spears, no matter how it sparkled. |
The Roman scoundrel, Governor Suetonius Paullinus, battle-scarred from his |
campaigns against the Druids, was able to choose the ground upon which to make |
his stand, and so it was that he selected as the battlefield a narrow valley, |
fronted by a flat plain, with dense woodland at its rear. |
Aye… |
Mandeussedum. |