Darkness clings now to war's bloody field today
Leaving haunting moans crackling from shattered bone
A stench still hangs from the human decay
And cries are heard rumbling, in a field of stone
A Legion fought with an oath they swore
The Gauls with angry painted faces, all the same
As they stepped on the dead of those they deplore
No questions asked, no feeling of shame
Moon light filters through trees burnt apart
Showing bodies down trodden from battle of the day
A clear sky lets rays light the road, the eyes can chart
That winds to an encampment, filled with dismay
These angered men, collaspe to their knees
Sandled feet blood red, as they quickly fled
Some talk loud, as they recall the pleas,
of the captured while losing their head
This Legion,these men who the Gauls now scorn
Have caused a silence, with all its fears
With moments cursing of Romans being born
These Gauls listen in darkness with collective ears
Gauls fought the Legion wild, without harms care
No structure or form, with no formation
With painted blue faces and matted hair
Rome had brought this Legion upon this nation
I will pave the farthest road,
see my likeness known in marble and gold.
Is it power, is it greatness I pursue?
Yes, it's destined, it makes sense,
that I should come to prominence,
Oh, world, Caesar comes for you!
I will not fade, spread across Pompey's gates,
what would Cicero know of what is great?
I can say,
alea iacta est, Rome will see her day.
Damn winter, autumn, by spring,
you'll see city columns rising.
And the aquaducts will flood with the blood,
of any still defying!
May the Gods stand behind my scabbard,
may the Gauls all scuttle and scatter.
I'll not retreat, or sit on my laurel wreath,
alea iacta est!
A thousand legions strong,
scouting regions far beyond,
marching on,
alea iacta est, Rome will see her day.
A thousand legions strong,
from Athena's Parthenon,
marching on,
alea iacta est, Rome will see her day.
I shall go, I shall see, I shall conquer,
I am servent to this life no longer.
Let the world heed these words,
and be ready to feature,
Gaius Julius Caesar!
Yes,
The die is cast,
It's mine, this at last,
alea iacta est,
Rome, will, see, her, day!
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