| «We crossed the mountains, we sailed the seas, under the shadow of the eagle we
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| lived
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| Leaving behind us sufference and fire
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| We are the sons of Vitulean Empire!
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| To conquer proudly and enslave in terror, we sons of Mars, we march!
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| A pool of blood will be those battlefields
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| We’ll fight and die until the fall of the cross!»
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| «Look at those ancient fields, where vexilloids of war
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| Moved by the winds of Amma inspired us victory!
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| The black wolf is our guide, for foe’s demise!
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| As Marsicans we are know, we lead a bloody rise!»
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| Hidden in the mountains that overlook the sea they prepare for fray
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| Sharpening their pagan blades and sacrificing virgins
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| For a sure and flawless victory
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| Even the children are proud sons of the wolf!
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| «Rise! |
| Here they come
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| War we shall deserve to every foe who walke the land of boars!»
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| «We are the sons of Vitulean Empire
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| We praise the gods of destruction and fire
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| We hail the wolf, to the legend we aspire
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| We bear a sword for Vitulean Empire!»
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| «Samnites ancient strategies once defiled the battalions of roman empire
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| Now you dare to face again a land that denies
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| The slavery and weakness of your new deity
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| We’ll crush the cross upon the face of your newborns!»
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| Supra Picenum Vestini, er Maarsi, et Peligni, et Marrucini, atque Frentani
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| Saminitica gens, montana tenent |