Beneath the Red Eagle

Once this day was but a dream

Yet now I'm here and this is real

This moment will live on through all times

The hills of Spain I'll leave behind

Today I'll join the legion with pride

The time has come to say goodbye

Today, my son, we must part ways

Go forth beyond the hills of Spain

O, my son, the heavens you could scale

Yet only Gods may live forevermore

As for man, nothing of his days remains

Unless you earn yourself a name

Beneath the Eagle you will march

To fight for Rome, to slay or die

Under the Eagle you will ride

To fight to the end and then fight again

To fight to the end and then fight again

If word should come of my demise

Then do not cry and keep in mind

That I'll have found a good way to die

So march, my son, under the Roman Eagle

On the road from where there is no way back

Let your dreams forever be your guide

And inspire you to deeds of heroic might

Yet you, my son, unlike other men

Are blessed with a special trade

To look beyond the veil of time

And turn the hand of fate

Beneath the Eagle I will march

To fight for Rome, to slay or die

Under the Eagle I will ride

To fight to the end and then fight again

To fight to the end and then fight again

If word should come of your demise

Then I won't cry and keep in mind

That you'll have found a good way to die

Doubt is lurking in my mind

For what I've seen in my weirdest dream

Eternal life, it can't be real

And though indeed I will earn fame...

History will erase my name