The Passing Of A Caesar

Poison in our hearts,

Woe is the torque

That snuffs the light

From our eyes...

Augustus has fallen,

The might of the God-emperor

Is, alas, no more!

What shall become of his bright halls ?

What fate grim shall befall

All of his fair cities and lands ?

Carved in marble he remains

In the shade of the Pantheon,

To watch over changing times,

The decline of his empire...

Mighty Caesar, empty lies

Your throne of ivory and gold

Alone stands the eagle

Of Zeus power and thine...

Who shall ride ahead of our legions

Now that barbarians prowl the land ?

Who shall now draw his sword in the morning light

And first utter the battlecry: "Vae Victis!" ?