Parthia Lyrics

They planned on marching against the enemy,
A foe, ancient bold and brave
Eastern lands rich in gold and plunder,
The might of Rome will make sure they're tamed

Their lands protected by the desert,
Shrouded by an endless sea of sand
Making for an impregnable killing field,
Too hot to make a march across the sea

Refusing the passage,
Refusing the safety,
Refusing the help due to pride

Pride marks the march towards exhaustion,
Pride marks the march towards your doom
Twenty thousand soldiers in the desert,
Marching towards exhaustion and death

They marched through sand, heat and fire,
Wary for the horses that will come
Slowly feeling life draining from them,
As they pay the price for patrician Roman pride

The arrows hail down like spears of lightning
From ten thousand horses ready for sand and war
Legionnaires crying out for mercy,
Wishing they had never left their home