DigitalRome - Field of Iron, Rivers of Red

Your kings are chained. Your history is denied. This is the Roman way.

"Fields of Iron, Rivers of Red" is a sonic onslaught dedicated to the undeniable power of the Roman Legions. When the eagle flies, resistance is a death sentence.

Lyrics:

(Verse 1) The trumpets scream the charge, the eagles fly ahead No mercy in our hearts for the blood that will be shed Your fields will feed our legions, your women weep and moan Your gods are weak and worthless, your cities overthrown!

(Pre-Chorus) You stand with rusted spears, with courage born of pride Against the hardened tortoise where our disciplined lines ride! The pilum flies like thunder, then the gladius finds its mark! We carve a path to glory, leaving nothing but the dark!

(Chorus) Hear the legion's roar! As your walls are torn to dust! By iron and by blood! We feed our endless lust! The scutum forms a bulwark, the gladius cuts and rends! We are the instruments of fate, your miserable ends! Fields of iron! Rivers of red! Your rebellion lies dead!

(Verse 2) The gates give way to fire, the temples fall in flame Your children scream in terror, as we desecrate your name No treaty and no quarter, for those who dare defy The will of the Republic, beneath a blood-soaked sky!

(Pre-Chorus) Your warriors break and scatter, like cattle in the pen But we are not yet finished, we will hunt you down again! The cavalry descends, no soul escapes our wrath! Another tribe extinguished, another bloody path!

(Chorus) Hear the legion's roar! As your walls are torn to dust! By iron and by blood! We feed our endless lust! The scutum forms a bulwark, the gladius cuts and rends! We are the instruments of fate, your miserable ends! Fields of iron! Rivers of red! Your rebellion lies dead!

(Bridge) Your kings are chained... your prophets crucified. Your monuments... defiled. Your history denied. We take your land... we take your sons... we take your very breath. This is the Roman way... a legacy of death!

(Guitar Solo)

(Chorus) Hear the legion's roar! As your walls are torn to dust! By iron and by blood! We feed our endless lust! The scutum forms a bulwark, the gladius cuts and rends! We are the instruments of fate, your miserable ends! Fields of iron! Rivers of red! Your rebellion lies dead!

(Outro) Ave Roma Victrix! Ave Roma Aeterna!