50 Forts Along the Rhine

An old failure is redressed
 Barred is all sight into the West
 Not to let us foresee what is brewing there
 Ripple...
 Silence is deceptive
 Hooves of iron paw
 An ancient silent fog
 To blur our castles silhouettes
 To hide the gathering troops
 Black fleets explore the northern lines
 Fifty forts along the Rhine
 Fuming clefts cross Westphalia
 Command from Castra Vetera
 It was late at night when the bugle call resounded
 And blew forth a red storm
 To bear squadrons of Southern aggressors
 Transcending our silent banks now so rageous
 Ploughing the valleys in slobbering droves
 Foes in Sugambria!
 The ancient map is redrawn in blood
 Led by our once insurmountable waters
 We learnt that war has become art
 Within three years of suffering and barbarism
 Lamentamur Germaniam Inferiorem!
 The Northern eyesight is extinguished
 The Western limbs are dead
 The Southern torso is crippled
 East cannot defend.