When the fields are red 
like a crimson robe 
and the name of the "King" who wears 
this robe is MAN 
the waves of wrath have been released 
to drown the "sinister" and different. 

Noble causes sink in oceans of bodies 
where flesh and steel is one. 
Memories of Ancient Wars 
remove the frozen bonds of time. 

Return to Carthage 
Ages have passed 
and "savage" hordes have bowed 
to the "true" Gods. 

Glory is a whore that seduces even a 
priest but few are those who taste her 
kiss upon the piles of those that she 
betrayed. 

Return to Carthage 
in bitter irony 
the proud city lies raped. 

Gods of order, Gods of chaos: 
"Till the next time, 
when our pawns will move again 

in the fields of our endless battle"...