And so it comes that we
must fight to call our house a home,
affronted by these tides of fire
that threaten the walls of Rome.
The many men that stand
and fight at our gate and at our door,
are the men that Rome
shall celebrate in all our songs of war.


draw your swords, and raise
your shields against these foreign foes,
tonight will etch in history
the night our Empire rose.
Tonight we dine in blood and
wine and slaughter those before us,
the world will sing the might of Rome
and fear us all in chorus.