Let us burn that stinking Rome, my dear Carthaginians
Let us celebrate the death of those puppies of Aeneas
Flower of freedom we must irrigate
With blood of the Romaioi dogs!
Kill them with your spears, swords, with your hearts
At Trazimene
At Ticine
At lake Trasimene
Eat them at Cannae, it will be glorious...
Kill their consules and
Throw their rings into the hell where they belong!
Sack the Rome, and let the pigs live in there, she stinks anyway,
Burn them, burn those thieves, bluffers, those nasty barbarians
Take whatever they have, and throw it into wind of oblivion
And erase their name, their existence,
Gods are ashamed when they live!
Sack, sack
Kill, kill,
Live, live!
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