I've marched through the mud
Under the lash of a thousand ruins
I've marched across the sands
Of lybia, to battles a world away
My body bears the scars
Of swords and spears that missed
Enemy at rows that failed to kill -
For the wings of aquila protect me

I marched for rome
In the ranks of the 6th ferrata:
I bore the standard high
Of the fighting ironblades!
Under the wings of aquila
I've never known no fear!
Under the wings of aquila
Victory was ours to claim!

I can still hear the thunder
Of marius' voice barking orders
O'er the mighty din of war
In the black forests of germania:
"You are the ironblades!
Hold the line! Raise your spears!
Fight until the end
Or 'ere aquila's wings are red!"