Kataklysm

As The Glorious Weep

Kataklysm


Wealth, greed, selfishness 
Surrounds the empire 
Pain and sufferance are no more 
Military recruits decrease 
Democracy reign supreme 
Honor replaced by material necessity... 

No roman blood for war...Rebellion grows... 

Mercenary for hire, losing faith 
500 years about to crumble 
Underneath the beautiful lays to horrid 
Brokendown, buried in flames 
The empire shivers in fear 

As the glorious weep - The fire sleeps 
No one shall save the weak 
And as the glorious weep - The fire sleeps 
The sword enters so deep 

No roman blood for war - Rebellion grows... 

Wisigoths, Astaroths 
Barbarian hordes 
Devastate from the inside 
The west is lost 
Slowly Rome falls to Elysium 
As the glorious weep - The fire sleeps 
No one shall save the weak 
And as the glorious weep - The fire sleeps 
The sword enters so deep