ACT III Lyrics

Rome

Once the capital of the world

Is now the grave of Roman people

Of a cataclysm

That no one could have predicted

After several generations

Of Roman superiority

And arrogance

The visigothic barbarian mercenaries

Reminded their erstwhile masters

Of where real military power lays

On the night of August

Twenty fourth four hundred and ten

Rebel slaves a suborned official

Or perhaps an unknown party

Quietly opened the gates of Rome

To admit the visigoths

They embarked on a three day spree

Of plunder and destruction

That left the eternal city in smoking ruin

Better to have an enemy

That slaps you in the face

Than a friend who stabs you in the back