Wealth, greed, selfishness

Surrounds the empire

Pain and sufferance are no more

Military recruits decrease

Democracy reign supreme

Honor replaced by material necessity...



No roman blood for war...Rebellion grows...



Mercenary for hire, losing faith

500 years about to crumble

Underneath the beautiful lays to horrid

Brokendown, buried in flames

The empire shivers in fear



As the glorious weep - The fire sleeps

No one shall save the weak

And as the glorious weep - The fire sleeps

The sword enters so deep



No roman blood for war - Rebellion grows...



Wisigoths, Astaroths

Barbarian hordes

Devastate from the inside

The west is lost

Slowly Rome falls to Elysium

As the glorious weep - The fire sleeps

No one shall save the weak

And as the glorious weep - The fire sleeps

The sword enters so deep