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, no 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! I! Maim! Push! Burn! Grind!

Here confusion reigns

Kill! We! Maim! Crack! Burn! Drive!

At Ad Decimum

Kill! I! Maim! Push! Burn! Grind!

Here confusion reigns

Kill! We! Maim! Crack! Burn! Drive!

At Ad Decimum

Outside of 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

Kill! I! Maim! Push! Burn! Grind!

Here confusion reigns

Kill! We! Maim! Crack! Burn! Drive!

At Ad Decimum

Kill! I! Maim! Push! Burn! Grind!

Here confusion reigns

Kill! We! Maim! Crack! Burn! Drive!

At Ad Decimum

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