"The Revolt Of Galba" lyrics
As the dust settles in the night
The old voices of the fallen
Emperors of fortitude
Come to haunt the once glorious lands
You can still hear Nero's poems
In the arena of death
Presence, so glorious and magnificent
So envious in its elegance
The essence of domination
Of resilience, of power and struggle
Entwined in centuries to come...
From Hispania raises Galba, ambitious
Ruthless, conspirator new emperor...
Traitors aligned for the head of Nero
Nymphidius and Vindex on the front assassins
Bribes of corruption
To abandon Nero
Pretorian guards to follow
The honor fades, the glory dies
The future turns to dark...
The future turns to dark...
As the dust settles in the night
The old voices of the fallen
From Hispania raises Galba, ambitious
Ruthless, conspirator new emperor...
Traitors aligned for the head of Nero
Nymphidius and Vindex on the front assassins
Emperors of fortitude
Come to haunt the once glorious lands
You can still hear Nero's poems
In the arena of death
Presence, so glorious and magnificent
So envious in its elegance
The essence of domination
Of resilience, of power and struggle
Entwined in centuries to come...
The old voices of the fallen
Emperors of fortitude
Come to haunt the once glorious lands
You can still hear Nero's poems
In the arena of death
Presence, so glorious and magnificent
So envious in its elegance
The essence of domination
Of resilience, of power and struggle
Entwined in centuries to come...
From Hispania raises Galba, ambitious
Ruthless, conspirator new emperor...
Traitors aligned for the head of Nero
Nymphidius and Vindex on the front assassins
Bribes of corruption
To abandon Nero
Pretorian guards to follow
The honor fades, the glory dies
The future turns to dark...
The future turns to dark...
As the dust settles in the night
The old voices of the fallen
From Hispania raises Galba, ambitious
Ruthless, conspirator new emperor...
Traitors aligned for the head of Nero
Nymphidius and Vindex on the front assassins
Emperors of fortitude
Come to haunt the once glorious lands
You can still hear Nero's poems
In the arena of death
Presence, so glorious and magnificent
So envious in its elegance
The essence of domination
Of resilience, of power and struggle
Entwined in centuries to come...
