The Gates of Rome

It was the time of Hadrian 18 years old, became a man Said, goodbye to those back there Left, became a legionnaire Bade farewell to all at home Serve and protect the gates of Rome Became a mason, built the way The mighty army will not sway Joined into the conturbenium With seven other new fresh men A fighting unit, proud of Rome Eight young men who just left home This was to be my family This was to be my destiny To live as one and share a tent Become as one, become cement Intense training with full kit march With hunger pang and thirst of parch The Roman army life is tough The food and water just enough Hunger for food, hunger for kill Hunger for war with well taught skill Off to battle, the time has come The Roman legions all as one The enemy in all their hordes Shall feel the wrath of Roman swords Pigs head formation, shields high Sword at arm length, points to the sky Edge towards the enemy line Take his life or he takes mine The ballista's placed in tactical zones Begin to hurl their heavy stones Which crush the foe, create panic The enemy have met their satanic The line is broke, the army through Heads have rolled, blood has spew The heat, the gore, the screams, the pain As swords slash flesh and flesh again Some try to flee, its far to late The enemy slain at Rome's great gate A message sent out to one and all Try and take Rome and you will fall.