once this day was but a dream yet now i m here and this is real this moment will live on through all times the hills of spain i ll leave behind today i ll join the legion with pride the time has come to say goodbye today my son we must part ways go forth beyond the hills of spain o my son the heavens you could scale yet only gods may live forevermore as for man nothing of his days remains unless you earn yourself a name beneath the eagle you will march to fight for rome to slay or die under the eagle you will ride to fight to the end and then fight again to fight to the end and then fight again if word should come of my demise then do not cry and keep in mind that i ll have found a good way to die so march my son under the roman eagle on the road from where there is no way back let your dreams forever be your guide and inspire you to deeds of heroic might yet you my son unlike other men are blessed with a special trade to look beyond the veil of time and turn the hand of fate beneath the eagle i will march to fight for rome to slay or die under the eagle i will ride to fight to the end and then fight again to fight to the end and then fight again if word should come of your demise then i won t cry and keep in mind that you ll have found a good way to die doubt is lurking in my mind for what i ve seen in my weirdest dream eternal life it can t be real and though indeed i will earn fame history will erase my name