Durum in Armis Genus

There was a time When our land was from the west sea To the highest peak and beyond We were brothers We spoke similar words Our gods were into the woods And the moon awaited her groom Then came the threat Under the eagle sign "Look, son Rome moves against us" They want our mountains To go forward, to the North Fierce and strenuous was our stand They did not know these harsh lands For twenty years we fought 'em off They finally prevailed Many brave men perished And many more were deported We rebelled again and again Until they crushed us Once and for all We lived under the eagle for ages Never forgetting our mores Then an even bigger threat Spreads like a sneaky disease "Look son, Christianity has come" The greatest empire in history Fell down kneeling to the cross Without fighting, corroded from within The great history swindle A magnificent, silent, subtle victory The promise of stand by him