There at these ominous shores of river Saone
There at these shores the die has been cast
Valour and honour were stripped off their meaning
We will not know innocence again
At somber nightfall the defenseless were bestially run down
Saone stained with helvetic blood
You will not shake hands with arrant beliers
You'd rather die than turn into minions
Freedom was our highest good
We ventured our lives
Meet the liar
This dead black night
Our destiny revealed
Meet the enemy
It will... never be the same
At these portentous shores of river Saone
There at these shores the die has been cast
We saw the true face of the Roman ravener


The gorgoneion on the cuirass appeared
It was like playing ludus latrunculorum
The pieces were made of flesh and of blood
Valour and honour bereft of their meaning
The blood on your hands will forever stay
Freedom was our highest good
We ventured our lives
Meet the liar
This dead black night
Our destiny revealed
Meet the enemy
It will... never be the same
It's not us to go under the Yoke.
Of that fact the Roman people are witness.
We will not bow
Meet the enemy
Meet the liar
Meet the enemy
["Meet The Enemy" tells you about the 'encounter' the Helvetians had with the Roman legions in the year 58 BC ‒ one of the crucial points in their history, for it was basically when the Gaulish wars erupted. So the song is pretty much filled with wrath and rage, upholding the furious spirit...]