[ WP ] The army of Mordor has been transported to our world at the height of the Roman Empire . Rome has assembled its army and it 's Caesar is about to give his pre-battle speech .

Men of Rome, today is far from normal. The armies of chaos march against us, seeking to destroy us with an unnatural swarm. Hades himself leads armies of creatures unseen to conquer Rome, and brings with him magic and weapons unknown. We stand at fifty legions of five thousand brave men. No host of such a size has been seen in the world, and yet we are dwarfed -- the enemy is infinite. 
 
 But one thing remains the same: Here we stand, and here we will stay. We brave many, so few in the face of Hades. We stand defiant, unyielding, and we know that they will not break us. They will launch the greatest of attacks, and we will repel it. They will crash endlessly against our shields like the wave against the cliff, and achieve less, for we are Romans, and we are unbreakable. 
 
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 I'd try translating this, but my Latin is bad enough that I'd just make a fool of myself.
