Dementia wears a laurel crown

Bright as the Sun in the Heavens
Thus shone Rome in her Prime
From Iberia to Hellás
Rules an Emperor Divine
Celtic Gauls, once Proud brittons
All Bend knee 'ere the throne
Wherein rules [the] Holy Genius
Praised in the Emperor of Rome

Yet a looming whisp of a cloud
Shrouds this Empire's noon
Soon this genius begat such insanity
Augury of its Doom
Here a man sings ill verse to a crowd
After burning their homes
There some other heeds solemn advice
From his favorite horse

Black as a Moonless Welkin
Was this Empire's Heart
Legions Raze the lands of the East
Tearing kingdoms apart
Babylon, Alexandria
Once proud realms of their own
Now their heads bow in Homage
To Rome's Laureled Crown

Yet a looming whisp of a cloud
Shrouds this Empire's noon
Soon this genius begat such insanity
Augury of its Doom
One in skins would parade as if Hercules
Came to Earth in his form
Yet another turned fools into martyrs
By the deeds of his scorn

Almighty enthroned madmen
Revered as gods made flesh
Brought Rome's splendor to the ground
Its name in foul deeds meshed

Treachery and war
Corrode Rome from inside
The Once spire of the world
Now sinks deep in the mire
Men seen as Gods
In their madness take toll:
A nation's own soul
Burning high in a pyre

The Once spire of the world
Now sinks deep in the mire

An Empire tumbles down
As Dementia Wears a Laurel Crown

Dead as the cultures they trampled
was this Empire's soul
New blood tainted with folly
(Long since gone was the old)
Now the eagles are fodder
Upon which wolves predate
Doomed [and] bereft of it's glory
ROME WILL FADE!