I wrap myself in black This dress dark as night A mourning shawl, though none have died Though when I make my oath The consequence foreseen I've seen the sacred scrolls, I know what it will bring A glimpse into Rome's past, You'll see - we are a people raised by wolves. This great dishonor, a crying shame unto Rome's daughter The scared flame of Vesta's Virgins burns inside of me A kingdom will fall and a people freed. To my father's house I fly With vengeance in my breast A dagger, sleeve-concealed, destined for my chest A glimpse into Rome's past, You'll see - we are a people raised by wolves. This great dishonor, a crying shame unto Rome's daughter The scared flame of Vesta's Virgins burns inside of me A kingdom will fall and a people freed. My solemn word is pledged My gilded knife held high, "By Mars, avenge my death! My oath sealed as I die!"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
