S.P.Q.R

Born above heaven
In a kingdom of opulence
I create god!

Lo! Behold my offspring.
Tamed and tortured so nothing is flawed.
We without faith see grotesqueries divine.
Praised, exalted antigod.

Drink your blood!

Empire.
Sculpt my vision.
Build it higher!
Nothing is ever enough.

Breathing in the cold
Winds of hel.
A new rome
For us to burn

Pitiful worms
Your flesh with breed
Glorious spears
My serpents breathe

Onward, my chariots
Bring me the eyes of cerberus
Hideous creation,
Bring me ruin.