Duodecim Primus est Recordatus Est erisque imperator
People of Rome Blessed by gods, cold as ice From obedience Begun the cast of ten dice
From nocturnal dreams the light of fate Blind by a red drape on his face He stepped on his curse
Birds, from a forest, dismember a body A golden laurel falls on the stones And pushes a soul to the clouds far from a throne
Premonitory warnings, revealing the signs Plucks of memories surface In the curia A shadow appears A sun eclipsed by knives
Men of the Senate dismember a body Twenty-three stabs aren't enough The ideal will arise from the bed of the slough Premonitory warnings, revealing the signs Plucks of memories surface In the curia A shadow appears A sun eclipsed by knives
He will be remembered as the first of the twelve He is and will be the king of the empire
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