Suidakra March Of Conquest
Shield to shield with banners high War and conquest on their minds Relentless, fearless, battle-scarred To the West the legion marched
From triumph to triumph Time and time again Rising through the ranks Young Macsen gained command
Sword to sword with banners high Assigned to light the African tribes Relentless, fearless, battle-scarred To the South 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 But none of them he called his friend
From triumph to triumph Time and time again Commanding them to certain death He rather wants respect
Spear to spear with banners high Assigned to stop barbarian tribes Relentless, fearless, battle-scarred To the Fast 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 Each one of them he called his friend
