I was in the 9th Legio Hispana, crushed in a mire of Picts
Tried fleeing but slaughtered, on those fields of Caledonia
Few survived such as I, many missing from sound or sight
Days away from civilization left one with a profound loss
We knew we stood at the head of a flood, a great shame
Failure's bitter taste in mouths, please forget our names
Tides of battle turned against us, our empire has paid
As I think upon that day, I'm content in my passing
A death of intentions, a disaster, we could not sleep
For Elysium waits for me, and for my brothers, death
Our day is done, our spirit sings in a land of dream
Longing only to see our loved ones ... once again
