Zama, Where Turks Are Buried

Only a man, a general, so young and proud
 Could change the course of war
 Avenge the blood shed on the shores of the river
 Nothing could scare the one destined to deliver
 The craved hegemony on the mediterranean
 "Zama"...
 Zama... mythical place, where our forces will collide!
 Zama... We will meet there, where all the tusks are buried
 So close to conquer Rome,
 After our magnificent victory,
 I was called back to my homeland,
 To save the fate of my people .
 The hated roman were there on our sacred soil.
 We returned to our land
 In the season of falling leaves.
 The armies stand
 Face off ready to strike
 Blessed by their gods
 Let the war begin
 With mighty horns we scare your beasts
 Surrounding you, there's no way out
 No place to hide... the gods have chosen
 The end of Zama... is just begun