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.
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