| Black smoke is rising in coils up through the air
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| Camulodunum lies littered with corpses
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| Putrid is the stench of scorched hair
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| Death is singing in the winds
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| The Iceni will be no one’s cattle
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| Blood, guts, gore in the worst degree
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| Dying embers as far as eyes can see
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| Vengeance is grim by the flogged and raped
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| Burned in scorched earth
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| Burned, burned in scorched earth
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| Bodies of men, women, and children sealed by fate
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| Scattered throughout the ruins of Romans
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| Impaled by blades bleeding with hate
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| Tactics of brutality
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| In the name of freedom
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| Blood, guts, gore in the worst degree
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| Dying embers as far as eyes can see
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| Vengeance is grim by the flogged and raped
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| Burned in scorched earth
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| Burned in scorched earth
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| Burn
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| Blood, guts, gore in the worst degree
|
| Dying embers as far as eyes can see
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| Vengeance is grim by the flogged and raped
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| Burned in scorched earth |