Cannae Lyrics

In the scorching sun of Italy,

On Cannae's plains, so vast and free,

Rome's legions marched with might and pride,

Against Hannibal, they would collide.

The Carthaginian general wise,

With tactics sharp and cunning eyes,

Encircled foes with perfect plan,

In Cannae's fields, the clash began.

Oh, Cannae, where the legions fell,

A tale of strategy we tell,

Hannibal's brilliance on display,

In blood and dust, on that fateful day.

Rome's army, fifty thousand strong,

Believed their force could do no wrong,

Yet Hannibal, with lesser men,

Prepared a trap to close them in.

His infantry formed a crescent line,

As Romans charged, their fate entwined,

With cavalry swift on either side,

The Roman might was soon defied.

Oh, Cannae, where the legions fell,

A tale of strategy we tell,

Hannibal's brilliance on display,

In blood and dust, on that fateful day.

Surrounded in a deadly grip,

Rome's soldiers felt their power slip,

As Hannibal's men pressed them tight,

Crushing legions in the fight.

With every moment, losses grew,

The Romans found no path to strew,

A masterpiece of war's dark art,

Tearing the Roman ranks apart.

By evening's fall, the field was red,

With thousands of the Roman dead,

A victory for Carthage gained,

And Rome's great pride, forever stained.

In history's pages, clear and stark,

The Battle of Cannae left its mark,

A testament to Hannibal's mind,

A legend through the halls of time.

Oh, Cannae, where the legions fell,

A tale of strategy we tell,

Hannibal's brilliance on display,

In blood and dust, on that fateful day.

So let us sing of Cannae's plains,

Where Hannibal's genius forever reigns,

A story of a fateful fight,

In the annals of history's light.