Рет қаралды 51,331
A whisper on the wind, a thousand staring eyes,
A ruthless torture chamber filled with enemies’ cries,
A traitor who’s been skinned, gives up his fellow spies,
A frumentarii walks away and puts on his disguise,
They are the frumentarii, the Legion’s watching eyes,
And if those eyes see treason, they’re going to brutalise,
Cause they are the frumentarii, Masters of disguise,
And telling truth to frumentarii, is always very wise,
The dealing hand of secrets, they’re everywhere you look,
They could be your neighbour, your butcher, dad or cook,
Their home is in the crannies, they live within the nooks,
And you sure as hell don’t want to have your name on their books,
They are the frumentarii, the Legion’s watching eyes,
And if those eyes see treason, they’re going to brutalise,
Cause they are the frumentarii, Masters of disguise,
And telling truth to frumentarii, is always very wise,
As silent as the night stalker, more ruthless with their prey
If you’re a problem for the Legion, then they make you go away,
The eyes and ears of Caesar, heartless weapons of the throne,
Their souls more black than shadows, in the darkness they call home
They are the frumentarii, the Legion’s watching eyes,
And if those eyes see treason, they’re going to brutalise,
Cause they are the frumentarii, Masters of disguise,
And telling truth to frumentarii, is always very wise,
Always fear the shadows, do not forget their name,
Respect the Frumentarii, and they will do they same.
For as long as our dear Legion, stands strongly, proud and tall,
They’ll be working in the darkness, always answering the call.
They are the frumentarii, the Legion’s watching eyes,
And if those eyes see treason, they’re going to brutalise,
Cause they are the frumentarii, Masters of disguise,
And telling truth to frumentarii, is always very wise,