| Rome, the place I name as my home
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| Made it my own and I’ll die before I see it overthrown
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| I’m one of the most valiant fighters
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| I’m known as Marius Titus
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| This city’s in my blood
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| As valuable as my life is
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| With all of the troops, Legions at hand
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| We’re ruling a huge region of land
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| Reaching through France and even Britannia
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| And for that, we’ve Caesar to thank
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| For seizing it and I think of the man
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| When I’m leading a siege and I see that the ranks
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| Are in need of command, eager to mangle
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| A people as weak as we are grand
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| Ryse…
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| This isn’t my kind of war
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| The thing that I’m fighting for
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| Gibbon’s Decline and Fall
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| Didn’t begin describing all
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| The wicked things that Titus saw
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| His sight is raw, his eyes are sore
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| Lives withdrawn with violent force
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| Civilian killing with knives and swords
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| Now my kids and wife are torn asunder
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| Souls all but plundered
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| I hunger for vengeance on the men responsible
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| I’ve called their number
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| I’m a lord of thunder
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| Striding right in with the force and might
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| Of lightning strikes, I will never bore or tire
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| Of war or fighting
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| RYSE!
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| Welcome to the next generation! |