Cimbrian Rites

Tribes of the north venture south towards death
Bulls head their sigil, eyes flaming red
Rome bound to slaughter, don't stand in their way
Cross their path and you'll be their prey
Sacrificial offerings to please the bulls might
Nomadic idols of tauranic rites
Pagan fear and madness spread through roman streets
Sentinels of doom, they won't hear your plead

Evil
Pagan
Fright
Vicious
Tauranic
Plight

Bow to their might
For Cimbrian rites

Grey-haired priestess dressed in white linen
Crowning her victims in wreath
Mounting the platform of ritual death
Slitting the throats of the slaves
Disemboweled prisoners open neck to waist
Offal their final attest
Enchanted blood fills the cauldron of bronze
Esoteric visions of Cimbrian dawns

Evil
Pagan
Fright
Vicious
Tauranic
Plight

Bow to their might
For Cimbrian rites

Evil
Pagan
Fright
Vicious
Tauranic
Plight

Now that the final battle is nigh
Astral visions fill the priestess mind
Foresseing the outcome of conflicts ahead
Sending her warriros to certain death
War drums will sound across open scapes
Axes and swords drag across Roman wastes
Shoulder to shoulder with Teutons and Ambrones
Awaiting the witch priestess final command

Evil
Pagan
Fright
Vicious
Tauranic
Plight

Watch out they'll come for you

Bow to their might
For Cimbrian rites