Текст JT Machinima – Son Of Rome

Attention lads!
Brave men taste death once!
Cowards, a thousand times over
We’ve already spilled barbarian blood

Legionnaire to the Fourteenth
Hold your breath if you
Ever see his sword sheathed
Not a single oracle could’ve foreseen
The only man born who could
Make a Minotaur bleed
Hit the shore then he storms the beach
Already setting up the future for Normandy
He’s got shell shocked troops
Getting torn to pieces
But he can’t die now cause he was born to lead them

Every encounter ends in execution
Bathing his conscience in red absolution
Though we are many
We fight as one

Beware the barbarian, they travel in packs
When they send cavalry, send a javelin back
We shall launch in their face
As the masses attack
They will call to retreat
As the catapults snap
And out of the ashes, a hero is rising
The final wish of his father will drive him

Knowledge born from Eden
Foretold of our undoing
Civilizations have risen to fall

Seek vengeance for our fathers
Heretics reborn as martyrs
All that they’ve bled for
Will crumble and fall

Now to cut to the chase
As the coward will run from his fate
Take a look on the one he betrayed
As the balance of life puts trust in his blade
Only the traitor will fall
Vengeance will have it’s day
Justice will come to us all
Damocles is his name

He will rise through the ranks
As a true son of Rome
When he looks down on his ranks
They will do as they’re told
Though his armor is light
Weighed down by his sorrow
A soldier today
But a legend tomorrow

Empires wither away
As heroes will blossom
But after his final crusade
We will have lost them

Rome is civilization
Rome is Order
ROME IS POWER!
And out here, WE ARE ROME!!!

Seek vengeance for our fathers
Heretics reborn as martyrs
All that they’ve bled for
Will crumble and fall

He is honing his focus
Taking in every moment
He will never surrender
The battle goes on until he is broken
That’s a pure-blooded Roman
Throwing his life to the aid of his homeland
Victory’s on the horizon
And he knows it

Empires wither away
As heroes will blossom
But after his final crusade
We will have lost them

I know not to believe your lies
A true son of Rome will rise