March As One

[Chorus]
Line up, lock in, hear the war drums pound,
Shields to the front, we don’t break, we don’t bow.
Steel cuts deep, but the Legion stands strong,
Rome lives forever ‘cause we march as one.

(Verse 1)
Boots hit the dirt, formation tight as a scroll,
Gladius drawn, every thrust takes a soul.
Vultures in the sky know the carnage is near,
Last man broke rank, now his skull’s on a spear.
Testudo locked, shields up, steady the line,
One crack in the wall and we all flatline.
Legate gives the signal, pila rain like a storm,
Iron bites flesh—hear the enemy mourn.
Been a soldier too long, see the fight in my stare,
I don’t pray to the gods, war’s the only thing fair.

[Chorus]
Line up, lock in, hear the war drums pound,
Shields to the front, we don’t break, we don’t bow.
Steel cuts deep, but the Legion stands strong,
Rome lives forever ‘cause we march as one.

(Verse 2)

Yo, twenty-mile march, no sleep, no slack,
Tunic smellin’ like sweat, leather, and yak.
Rations in my sack, just bread and some swine,
Wash it down with sour wine ‘til it feel like fine.
Legate on his horse, barking orders like gods,
We the dogs in the pit, gettin’ dragged through the sod.
Seen men crack, drop shields, run for the trees,
Vultures pick "em clean while they beg on their knees.
But me? I hold tight, live by the blade,
Rome writes history, we the ink in the page.

[Chorus]
Line up, lock in, hear the war drums pound,
Shields to the front, we don’t break, we don’t bow.
Steel cuts deep, but the Legion stands strong,
Rome lives forever ‘cause we march as one.

(Verse 3)
Yo, leather strap tight, wrist wrapped in bronze rings,
Wolf-cloaked shoulders, I earned these things.
Ten years in the ranks, seen traitors get flayed,
Watch dogs in command send us in like slaves.
Camp smells like sweat, oil, and bad bread,
Legate’s got his own tent, I’m here with the dead.
Dice hit the floor, sesterces change hands,
Last man who owed me? Left "em buried in sand.
The pay’s good, if you live long enough to spend,
But the game don’t stop ‘til the gods call the end.

[Chorus]
Line up, lock in, hear the war drums pound,
Shields to the front, we don’t break, we don’t bow.
Steel cuts deep, but the Legion stands strong,
Rome lives forever ‘cause we march as one.

(Verse 4)
Blood hits the mud like a poet’s last ink stroke,
I seen a dude catch an axe, split his chest coat.
The way his ribs cracked? Sounded like firewood,
Had to keep pushin", hold the line like a soldier should.
Yo, my shield’s dented, arm numb from the shock,
Legs dead, can’t tell where the spear tip stopped.
But I ain"t done—one more swing, take his head,
If I drop here, tell my mother I fought "til I"m dead.
Legion for life, we don’t kneel, we don’t beg,
Eagle on my chest, yo, we paint the fields red.

(Chorus)
Line up, lock in, hear the war drums pound,
Shields to the front, we don’t break, we don’t bow.
Steel cuts deep, but the Legion stands strong,
Rome lives forever ‘cause we march as one.

Deep bass, marching rhythm, hip hop, aggressive, several different male vocals, proud, brass