You want to forget the story of Rome,
of dashing warriors and gladiators gloried across our screens.
You want to forget the prophecies of doom,
of weeping and a Saviour that may come
and pray that this peace remains
......
Waiting for barbarians to breach Aurelian Walls,
Burly men with bearded face make marble columns fall.
They come with axe to bash the bust, cut justice with a sword,
Customs of a cultured land besieged by barbarian hordes.
Pay little mind to Praetorian Guard who kill kings without a thought,
Or magistrates and Senators who can be easily bought.
Tis not the fault of Patricians, whose slaves are beat and branded,
Or iron-fisted Emperors who demand their land’s expanded.
So when this shining city, upon its seven hills,
Becomes a pile of brick and ash and everything lays still,
......
Waiting for barbarians to breach Aurelian Walls,
Burly men with bearded face make marble columns fall.
They come with axe to bash the bust, cut justice with a sword,
Customs of a cultured land besieged by barbarian hordes.
Pay little mind to Praetorian Guard who kill kings without a thought,
Or magistrates and Senators who can be easily bought.
Tis not the fault of Patricians, whose slaves are beat and branded,
Or iron-fisted Emperors who demand their land’s expanded.
So when this shining city, upon its seven hills,
Becomes a pile of brick and ash and everything lays still,
......
You want to forget the story of Rome,
of dashing warriors and gladiators gloried across our screens.
You want to forget the prophecies of doom,
of weeping and a Saviour that may come
and pray that this peace remains
......