All this started with two brothers In a place where time was stuck This marble didn't see any light yet There was nothing but woods
Vultures flew in a sky once pure Unconscious they where going to decide The world whole destiny, the path of civility The line of blood dividing past and future
Sons of the Tiber, sons of the wolf Owners of this world Sons of the Tiber, sons of the wolf Owners of this world
Mars looked from up high Pointed a finger and said "Only one will survive He'll be the king of my reign"
Now the vultures have to choose, The who will see them first But Mars can't give a reign Without a drop of blood
Weaker one crossed Pomerium Insult to Gods and his brother Mars is ready to receive a sacrifice The blood will baptize this empire
His same blood on his hands The same colour of sunset While the vultures fly in a red sky Mars laughs in a silent cry
Sic deinde cuicumque alius transiliet moenia mea
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