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Lyrics: 216 before the common era, The sun burns over Apulia’s plains. Eighty thousand Romans march in iron pride, Crushing the earth beneath the eagle’s shadow. Hannibal waits with dust in his teeth, Carthage at his back, Rome in his sights. Gauls and Iberians in crescent line, Africa’s veterans silent on the wings. The wind carries the smell of heat and fear, The Aufidus river glitters red. Varro orders the advance, Mass against skill, numbers against patience. The Roman center surges forward, Shield walls grinding like stone. They push the Carthaginian line inward, Believing the enemy begins to break. But the crescent bends by design. Step by step, controlled retreat. Hannibal feeds the trap with measured blood, Drawing Rome into the furnace. Then the hammer falls. African infantry pivot inward, Disciplined ranks of hardened steel. Cavalry returns from shattered flanks, Numidian riders sealing the grave. Encirclement. The sky disappears behind shields. The air turns thick with iron and screams. There is no forward, no retreat, Only bodies pressing into death. All rights reserved Echoesofages #EpicMetal #InstrumentalMetal #BrutalMetal #HeavyMetal #MetalMusic #EpicMusic #Metalheads #MetalGuitar #MetalRiffs #PalmMutedGuitar #DowntunedGuitar #EpicRiffs #MetalInstrumental #CinematicMetal #MetalSong #GuitarSolo #HeavyRiffs #MetalDrums #EpicGuitar #BattleOfCannae #216BC #HannibalBarca #AncientWars #HistoricalMetal #WarMetal #BattleMetal #RomeVsCarthage #RomanLegions #AncientBattles #HistoricalEpic #WarMusic #AncientHistory #EpicBattle #LegionsCrushed #CrescentFormation #MilitaryHistory #EpicOrchestral #CinematicMusic #EpicGuitar #EpicWarMusic #EpicInstrumental #DarkEpic #EpicBattleMusic #CinematicEpic #EpicGuitarRiffs #EpicMetalInstrumental #EpicSoundtrack #EpicHeavyMetal #MusicVideo #YouTubeMusic #Shorts #MetalShorts #MusicForGamers #EpicMusicVideo #EpicMetalShorts #EpicMetalMusic #InstrumentalEpic #HeavyMetalMusic Eight hours beneath a merciless sun, Romans crushed by their own formation. No room to swing a sword, No space to breathe. Consul Aemilius Paulus falls, Senators drown in dust and blood. Fifty thousand dead before the dusk, The Republic carved open in a single day. Hannibal stands upon a field of silence, Victory written in the shape of a ring. Cannae — not a battle, but a slaughter, The perfect trap sprung shut. Rome would survive, But never forget the circle of steel, Where pride marched in legions And left in piles.