Your Gaulish War

Your gaulish war

Fraught with so much greed

Imperial needs

Satisfy your hunger for might and blood

With greedy claws the eagle flew

Leaving chaos and widows on his hunt

We do not accept to bear the half moon on our feet

Nor to bow

To the laurel wreath

Haec terra mea est the urge of your own want

Spurring the horse towards the devastating ain't

It's the pauper that accrouches bared indigence

Your need should cost unnumbered lives

Might and riches you have sought

Willing to pay the price in human lives

False and fallacious

Killing and omnivorous

Depleting the value of human life

But we always knew：You came with fortune

And one day you'd come with steel

We did not accept to bear the half moon on our feet

A tort that pays it wage death

Well

How does it feel

The blood on your hands

I hope you had a ball in effacing lives

Well

How does it feel

The blood on your hands

I hope the gold you've won bestows your delight

Standing at the top of all the ruin you have left

Watch our wives remigrate with crooked backs