Furor Amnis

Virtus et sanguis
gloria et violentia

Their blood makes me strong
their cries will not make my mercy
history can pass through a man if he believes in his fate
as the centuries go by the hero's name stands still

In times of war when hopes are weak
Porsenna attacks our city to reclaim a sludge throne
a man can pray for peace only if he prepares for war
and if he prays for battle

Gods will satisfy both
waiting for my enemy that I've longed to see
blood pulses faster in my veins as the army comes near to me
this will not be my end
and this river will witness

Pudor deinde commovit aciem
et clamore sublato
undique in unum hostem tela coniuciunt

Their blood makes me strong
their cries will not make my mercy
a cold piece of iron made warm through Etrurian bodies
a sword in my hand it's all I deserve

Tiberine pater te sancte precor
haec arma et hunc militem
propitio flumine accipias