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!"?
