Judicator - Tomorrow’s Sun lyrics

We'll play it smart, no brash attack
We'll land
(from) afar and close the circle again
So keep in mind the spirit here
We're liberators, not conquerors

The sun
 it's rise is gradual yet fills the sky
And we, alike the sun
Will rise and dominate the land below

Kill, maim, burn! I push, grind!
Here confusion reigns kill, maim, burn!
We crack, drive! At Ad Decimum

Outside Carthage, my good friend John
(the Armenian) - he smashed the Vandals
And killed the king's brother
When Gelimer, the Vandal king
Came on the scene, he fell to his knees

"My brother, he lies so broken, torn
And glassy-eyed" the sad king
He stopped his army there to bury Ammatus

John pursued the king of
(the) Vandals for days while I
Marched and took Carthage
Open arms greeted us at the gate
Tomorrow's sun will rise again
On African Rome