Rome -

Don’t praise this

Breath the air, it’s sick

Don’t praise this

This is the end

Glory, power, eternity, Rome

No mistake

This empire can’t exist

Breath the air, it’s sick

This is the end

All forever, splendor and wine

You follow the illusions

You will fall and your blood trickles into the ground

I am the master, the blood

In this land

Ignorance, arrogance

Breath the air it’s sick

Drink your last drop

Because this is the end

You will see, this is the fall of Rome

Mistake