Up to war, proud navy fleet.
Bench of wood, chained to the feet.
Sick and sore, move to the beat.
Near to die, burnt by the heat.

Pounding drum, cracking the whip.
Blood and sweat run from the rip.
Day and night, eternal trip.
Weary men, thrown from the ship.

Fog is gone, longboats in sight.
Swords and bows, ready to fight.
Kill for Rome, sounds always right.
Emperor, shine in the light.

Galley, we keep rowing faster.
Into the disaster.
Long live our master.
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