| Shield to shield with banners high
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| War and conquest on their minds
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| Relentless, fearless, battle-scarred
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| To the West the legion marched
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| From triumph to triumph
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| Time and time again
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| Rising through the ranks
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| Young Macsen gained command
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| Sword to sword with banners high
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| Assigned to fight the African tribes
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| Relentless, fearless, battle-scarred
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| To the South the legion marched
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| For respect is much harder to earn
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| Beyond the bond forged on the battlefield
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| Friendship makes one weak not strong
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| To do whatever has to be done
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| Side by side with banners high
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| To the last one they would fight
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| Relentless, fearless to the end
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| But none of them he called his friend
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| From triumph to triumph
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| Time and time again
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| Commanding them to certain death
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| He rather wants respect
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| Spear to spear with banners high
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| Assigned to stop barbarian tribes
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| Relentless, fearless, battle-scarred
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| To the East the legion marched
|
| For respect is much harder to earn
|
| Beyond the bond forged on the battlefield
|
| Friendship makes one weak not strong
|
| To do whatever has to be done
|
| Side by side with banners high
|
| To the last one they would fight
|
| Relentless, fearless to the end
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| Each one of them he called his friend |