Tomorrow's Sun

We'll play it smart, no brash attack
 We'll land (from) afar and close the circle again
 So keep in mind the spirit here
 We're liberators, not conquerors
 The sun, its rise is gradual yet fills the sky
 And we, alike the sun, will rise and dominate the land below
 Kill, maim, burn!
 I push, grind!
 Here confusion reigns
 Kill, maim, burn!
 We crack, drive!
 At Ad Decimum
 Outside Carthage,
 my good friend John (the Armenian) - he
 smashed the Vandals and killed the king's brother
 When Gelimer, the Vandal king, came on the scene, he fell to his knees
 "My brother, he lies so broken, torn, and glassy-eyed"
 The sad king, he stopped his army there to bury Ammatus
 John pursued the king of (the) Vandals
 for days while I marched and took Carthage
 Open arms greeted us at the gate
 Tomorrow's sun will rise again on African Rome