Son of Rome
Attention lads! Brave men taste death once!
Cowards, a thousand times over
We've already spilled barbarian blood
And we know, they bleed as we do ready!
On memoVE!
Legionnaire to the Fourteenth
Hold your breath if you
Ever see his sword sheathed
Not a single oracle could've foreseen
The only man born who could
Make a Minotaur bleed
Hit the shore then he storms the beach
Already setting up the future for Normandy
He's got shell shocked troops
Getting torn to pieces
But he can't die now cause he
Was born to lead them
Every encounter ends in execution
Bathing his conscience in red absolution
Though we are many we fight as one
Beware the barbarian, they travel in packs
When they send cavalry, send a javelin back
We shall launch in their face
As the masses attack
They will call to retreat
As the catapults snap
And out of the ashes, a hero is rising
The final wish of his father will drive him
The blood-soaked blade of Marius Titas
Ignite the hatred burning inside us
Knowledge born from Eden
Foretold of our undoing
Civilizations have risen to fall
Seek vengeance for our fathers
Heretics reborn as martyrs
All that they've bled for
Will crumble and fall
Now to cut to the chase
As the coward will run from his fate
Take a look on the one he betrayed
As the balance of life puts
Trust in his blade
Only the traitor will fall
Vengeance will have it's day
Justice will come to us all
Damocles is his name
He will rise through the ranks
As a true son of Rome
When he looks down on his ranks
They will do as they're told
Though his armor is light
Weighed down by his sorrow a soldier today
But a legend tomorrow empires wither away
As heroes will blossom
But after his final crusade
We will have lost them
Rome is civilization rome is Order
ROME IS POWER! And out here, WE ARE ROME!
Seek vengeance for our fathers
Heretics reborn as martyrs
All that they've bled for
Will crumble and fall
He is honing his focus
Taking in every moment
He will never surrender
The battle goes on until he is broken
That's a pure-blooded Roman
Throwing his life to the aid of his homeland
Victory's on the horizon and he knows it
Empires wither away as heroes will blossom
But after his final crusade
We will have lost them
I know not to believe your lies
A true son of Rome will rise
