08-26-2005, 11:03 AM
Hiya guys! Just joined the site. *waves*
On demand from reenactors I've met, here's my little tribute from Empire to Empire, translated from my original Norwegian version:
[size=200:1tqnnlox]Avant! Avant![/size]
P' CAL LIV SANGVE
To the tune of John Williams' "Imperial March" of Star Wars fame
Avant! Avant! Press forward for Rome!
Avant! Avant! For Empire and home!
Ere cold Death takes our final breath
We'll make Pluto offerings
Of those Jovi grace lets us face!
Mars, give skill so Minerva will
Bless gladly the line that brings
Each man to his place, pace by pace!
Avant! Avant! The proud cornum blares.
Avant! Avant! A fortress of spears.
Scutae tall form our Empire's wall.
Our hastae like towers make
The castra stand safe from attack.
Threatened, we'll draw our gladii.
The bold foe will surely break
As we march ahead on his back!
Dies irae! Our lightning unfurls!
Dies irae! Jove pater it hurls!
As we pray, thunder rolls our way
The Master of lightning knows
His Empire is here, everywhere!
Pilae's flight draw like rays of light
A message the wise of foes
Shall read bright and clear, and despair!
Dies irae! The gods pave our way!
Dies irae! The Empire's day!
From our hand gifts to every man
Of peace and enlightenment
We deal out while raising our arch.
Glorious strife is our love and life.
So blessèd are we that went
to march the Imperial March!
Øystein Bech Gadmar, 2005
Vale semper
On demand from reenactors I've met, here's my little tribute from Empire to Empire, translated from my original Norwegian version:
[size=200:1tqnnlox]Avant! Avant![/size]
P' CAL LIV SANGVE
To the tune of John Williams' "Imperial March" of Star Wars fame
Avant! Avant! Press forward for Rome!
Avant! Avant! For Empire and home!
Ere cold Death takes our final breath
We'll make Pluto offerings
Of those Jovi grace lets us face!
Mars, give skill so Minerva will
Bless gladly the line that brings
Each man to his place, pace by pace!
Avant! Avant! The proud cornum blares.
Avant! Avant! A fortress of spears.
Scutae tall form our Empire's wall.
Our hastae like towers make
The castra stand safe from attack.
Threatened, we'll draw our gladii.
The bold foe will surely break
As we march ahead on his back!
Dies irae! Our lightning unfurls!
Dies irae! Jove pater it hurls!
As we pray, thunder rolls our way
The Master of lightning knows
His Empire is here, everywhere!
Pilae's flight draw like rays of light
A message the wise of foes
Shall read bright and clear, and despair!
Dies irae! The gods pave our way!
Dies irae! The Empire's day!
From our hand gifts to every man
Of peace and enlightenment
We deal out while raising our arch.
Glorious strife is our love and life.
So blessèd are we that went
to march the Imperial March!
Øystein Bech Gadmar, 2005
Vale semper
PRIMVS CALPVRNIVS LIVIANVS aka SANGVE aka Øystein Bech Gadmar
LEG XV AP of Norway (Romans? In Norway?!)
Somniatorem me dixeris, sed unicus non sum
-- Johannes Lennonius, MXMLXXI
LEG XV AP of Norway (Romans? In Norway?!)
Somniatorem me dixeris, sed unicus non sum
-- Johannes Lennonius, MXMLXXI
