At The Gate Lyrics

At the altar promise to destroy, to kill.
The republic of Rome - annihilate it, son!
Armies march, obey my orders, forwards to war.
Elephants stomp on heads, fear spreads, run!

At the gate,
At the gate, legions march to die.

Push on over the Alps, no way to stop.
Another win, fate so grim, let the blood out.
Strategy decides the battle, no need for graves.
Annihilation, empire ends, all dead, gone!

At the gate,
At the gate, legions march to die.

Victory so close,
had no remorse,
banished off this Earth,
driven to suicide.