The Capitualtion of Vercingetorix

Proud warlord now kneel,

Defeated, wan and in shame

At the Caesar's sandaled feet...

All these valleys that once were thine

Now, are stained with the blood

Of the finest sons of Gaul...

All these hills that you once called home

Are now shadowed by the emblem of Rome:

The eagle perched atop an iron SPQR...

Proud warlord now crawl,

Behind the chariot that drags thee

Through the streets of Rome...

The howl of the crowd

Rings like the curse of curses

To thy once proud and noble ear...

Proud warlord now die...

In agony and torment, die!

Your blood doth stain the arena's sand...