Roma S.P.Q.R.
Quo magus necessarium credidi ex duabus ancillis, quae ministrae dicebantur, quid esset veri et per tomenta quaerer. Nihil aliud invent quam superstitionem pravam, immodicam.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Deep down the earth, Full of faith. So proud, so scared rest and wait. While we wake Grows the name That Rome will carry way Callistus digs, Prepares his caves. Martyrs and Popes Final homes. Callistus digs, Removes the clay. Then he rests and prays We've a special guest tonight Whose body here will lay. Oh no, it isn't right! We've a special guest tonight, For all she is a guide Light in the night. Our children Quietly Sleep West wing Small silent things Sometimes I hear Their steps, I check but all is quiet n' dead And now she lies On linen cloths 'cause she didn't Break her oaths. We mourn don't weep We know she sleeps Is a matter of faith. Callistus digs, Raise his hat, Cecily welcomes With respect. Callistus digs Removes the day Then he rests and prays Callistus is dead - and well he knows Still there is too much to do Dead or alive, he keeps on, goes. Matter of faith, you know! Wake and pray Do not go! Inside the ground, down under Rome Xantian marbles, rotten stones. Thousands sleep, quiet 'n' nameless Heaven is two steps above, You will soon Cry for love. Cecily smiles And closes her eyes. Callistus digs again, More room to claim. For our wake is long Dawn is far away.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Hey, brother, do you remember? When our world t'was just the space between us. Scared, hungry and cold I looked for They river carries two children, alone Silvia's cry fades away along the river. Soft tear dropping in my dreams. I see her eyes. nothing else it did survive. Acca's hair were dark, Large breast and broader smile. Arms strong and kind, she smelt of honey 'n' milk. "She-wolf!", hailed the men. I was a child, I hated them. But she didn't care, She held us tight, And she was there. Simple people , strong and rough. Our people, all what we've got. We learnt the sword and the plough. Revenge is tasteless. One falls, one raises. Build a city Doomed to last. Deep dig the trench That none will pass. What have you done? Soldier no!! But it's too late, Or it was fate... Lemuralia (I) don't need, Lethe is deep enough To forget and forgive. Kings do not cry, Brother, good bye... Slowly flow Tinber tonight, Through woods, sands and marshes, sing an ancient lullaby For a child is cold needs a hand to hold.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Painted Greeks and soldiers On the edge of time, Melting in the rain. Whores and philosophers, Lonely ruders, cold Bosphorean wind blows the dying night. Themistius, writer, Consult, pagan High librarian. Witness of countless fake emperors, Cursed to save as much as I can Before dawn. I see it coming: A new age I didn't call, Nor asked for, All is vain, Every book carries A destiny Of pain. Still I'll try, I cannot stop. Like this rain, Drop by drop. Meaningless stars Move around. carry Rome what will come. Lucifer Has raised Nεa Pωμη don't be 'fraid.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
I was thinking of very old times, when the Romans first came here, nineteen hundred years ago - the other day... (...) But darkness was there yesterday (...) cold, fog, tempests, disease, exile, and death, death skullking in the air, in the water, in the bushes."
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
We have no names, band of brothers steadily minding at each other. We raise our hearts between the Walls. till the northern edge of the world. Darkness all around, endless nights and frozen breath. Go! Legion, in march! Through mud 'n' marches, wait for pain, expect no arches. We have seen it all, battles and war and Hibernia's nightly shores. Druids and forests, blasphemous gods, begging our blood. Nona Hispanica, Invicta legio! Across the hell, carrying a secret from Eboracum to Dyntagell. Caesar forged its name, Claudius brought it here, We carried their biers 'n' Boudica's shame. Britannia, we go. Miss you? Oh no! Keep marching to the East, forget your mist. We have no names, band of brothers steadily minding at each other. Rome is just a dream. Marble and gold lighted by a gentle sunbeam... Leaden stormy seas, blue savages, black silent trees. We have no names, band of brothers steadily minding at each other. Picts 'n' Scots beware, it won't be long you will miss our songs. Rome will fade away, for when it's time we leave a sign. Nona Hispanica, Invicta legio! Across the hell, carrying a secret from Eboracum to Dyntagell. Emperor's Chalybic steel in stone will stand to guard this land. Ensis caliburnus waits for a younger hand.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Elephants do not - fear snow More than my men - fear (this) wine, Bloody, red, Southern shine. I count the rings - but I see My drown father's pale face, the promise That I've made. Winter asks for a break Long silent wake. Brothers! Cannae will never Be forgotten. Blood we wanted, Blood we've gotten. This country's rich - and mild home is strong, far - and wild Girls are nice, Smell of spices. I miss every grain of sand And I wish I had a chance. (But) Rome, you know: its me or you. Sons of Africa Now or never! Rome is just behind One last corner. Two proud cities, - one small sea Horses ready - to break free. Ebro's just a cheap excuse, for a treaty of no use, Chartago Delenda Est! So think Cato, - so Rome does There's room for - one of us. I am Hannibal, Thunderbolt! Drove my horsemen under Rome's door Zama can wait, there's still time, just an Imaginary line. This country's rich - and mld home is strong, far - and wild Girls are nice, Smell of spices. I miss every grain of sand And I wish I had a chance. (But) Rome, you know: its me or you. War's dirty, unkind, Pyrrus left behind I am its only lord. I'm Hannibal Thunderbolt! Legions and phalanges, No matter what you've done blows the wind And all is gone. War's dirty, unkind, Pyrrus left behind I am its only lord. I'm Hannibal Thunderbolt!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
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Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Weather is mild in march and wind blows gently. It comes far from the West, smells of peace and rest. I met Gauls and Numides, saw men and mice, Anerriphtho Kybos Let's cast this dice. Have you heard the witch? "Bewasre the ides of March". Should I indeed? Surrounded by terror, terror I feed. Once I marched to Rome, looking for a shadow, walked far, walked alone. I do know betrayal. I've been taught in Egypt. But traitors are mean, cheap to buy, cheap to sell. Little useless things. The dice is cast, and now it rolls for me. Kai su, teknon? Death is sweet is spring, comes on silent wings. Coem on Brutus, no regrets, Push the knife in my chest. I've always knew I wasn't wrong about you. Alas soldiers, women, friends. I will miss your scent. Cleopatra's fake smile, along Nile's banks. I knew few friends, horses, a lot. Is this all what I've got? Legions with me one last time, hail my name!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Constantinople saved it's empty walls for six-thousands dirty pounds of gold. (Of gold) Danube to Baltic, Ural to Rome, Saddle's my home. Scourge of God, but which God I wonder? All what I can't explain I fear, (You fear) But I know how to forgive 'n' plunder, How to bare pain. Honorika, like you I've hundreds. But I like corruption and madness, (mad-ness) I'll keep the ring, over your chest I'll grab the rest. Burnt by fever along this river, Omens around make me shiver. The man in white whispered words (His words) that stayed unheard. Rome in bigger than in my dreams, I know she always will be Bigger than me. Quietly dying, or sunken under the sea. Die drawn in your own blood, As a pig or cow could do. No vengeance, nothing grew the seed of you.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
You, cruel sisters that from ruin pleasure borrow! I bleed tonight, Chartago flames tomorrow! I ran from Tyro. my gold was fake. A city was built against fate, made out of whores and arrows. Sweet banks of Africa, you, brown and blue, watching every move I do. A queen is a woman, down below, well they seem to know Don't make mistakes... He came from East dirty and wild. I was alive when he smiled and his eyes were kind and tired. I gave him all I had, I gave all myself. Not a single word he said. Naked in his arms, I prayed: "Stay..." I looked around, everything was broken. But why I trusted this men from the sea, stays a mystery to me... If you go, don't turn back, if you do you're weak. It's known to men's 'n' mice, weakness always pays a price. I failed, I'll pay, while you sail away. The fire burns high, your blade is harp. I feel it inside, hurts my hands. while I die, I understand. I die for pride, I die of rage. At your feet I laid, locked myself into your cage, but be afraid, ...my revenge is just delayed!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Please give me the inspiration For just one last great song! They think I'm crazy, well... they aren't wrong. 'cause I'm crazy 'bout you Rome the brave, the only one. Rome unfaithful beauty That said "no"! Burn, baby, burn! Tonight you will burn for me, naked at my feet. Could an artist look form more? This show will never die. The moon is full, under a burning sky. What I cannot take, I burn. What I cannot bend, I crash. Streets and temples old and worn, burn to ash. Slave, quick, bring me more wine. Emperor means all is mine, Souls, bodies and destinies. I decide who lives and dies. What a night to play! Ilium falls away, Climax and pathos, free extras at will. Pain for real. What a night to play! Ilium falls away, I sing, you pay. Burn, baby, burn! Just, they scream a bit too much. They lack my artist touch. Burn baby burn! Gardens and shrines I dream Over your ruins. This Christians can be a bit annoying to me they are useful, though, lamps for the night, cheap dog food. Of course it wasn't me, or you'd have seen! Strong, theatrical, a true artist job. Nero's seal. Now, philosopher, you say I'm crazy and it might be true... But you'd try to live as I do.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Antoninus: Are you afraid to die, Spartacus? Spartacus: No more than I was be born. When a free man dies, he loses the pleasure of life. A slave loses his pain. Death is the only freedom a slave knows. That's why he's not afraid of it. That's why we'll win.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
We have no place to go, I do know. But you can't chain a crow Not really, no. Say no more, Hit the core! I missed my only chance. All at once I say him passing by I couldn't go. You're in train, Hold the pain! Ave, morituri te Salutant. His eyes were blue and calm, Still donno Why, when he showed his hand, I said "No". Slain the guards, Take the arms! I've heard of a forest, A river bed. Nothing like a home but We can rest. Be ourselves, Maybe free! Freedom is not for me It can't be. Together We have hope, Alone we'll die. This is why Now we say: "Show us the way!" Six thousand wooden crosses on the Appian way. Its Crassus golden cage for His birds of pray. We do not need a plan No more than A wolf or a tiny flea Broken free Raise your arm Claim a break! Well he knew those glances. Dusty days, Night of lust, bad romances went astray. Pity no, No regrets. They say he's dead, they cry, (but) What am I? Now he's gone From quick men's memory. Sand 'n' chains, Rome needs order 'n' games. All is cold, Freedom against gold. Not a trace, Right men in the wrong place. Twenty centuries have passed by now No more crosses on Appian way bones lay scattered around, souls fade away. Twenty centuries have passed by now, world's no better place to stay Spartacus' gone forever, We're still half way.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026