| I am so proud of you my loyal servant
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| The first-born is now dead burned alive
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| You put on fire his tent while he was asleep
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| Helius the heir of the Adepphius family
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| Let’s celebrate this glorious day with a cheer
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| Let’s inebriate ourselves with the scent of the grape
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| «Go, Lucius in the cellar and find the amphora
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| Of the red treasure from the Cimini hills»
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| But the pupil decides to trip the slave
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| The wine falls and th Domus' in rage
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| Satyricon
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| My precious wine
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| Satyricon
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| On th floor you die!
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| Oh, I am in pain
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| Will Tullius' cane
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| Hit me again?
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| Am I going to die?
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| WAKE UP
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| The celebration begins!
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| Today the slaves are free!
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| Why don’t you put your name in the cruse, my dear?
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| Beware the fate, also monsters can create
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| He’s the chosen one
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| Guiding everyone
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| Touched by the hellish forces
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| «Lucius I declare you
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| The princeps with the horns»
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| A scarlet tunic embraces me
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| A golden mask I feel
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| Bewitched I am by the depths of the Earth
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| Saturn flows in me
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| Where is the wine? |
| Why I’m still clean?
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| I see my goblet, it’s still empty!
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| Tullius Murena, come and pour it for me
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| For Saturn, go now, quick!
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| Even in red
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| Things can come back
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| Even in red
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| Things can come back
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| Saturnalia
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| Saturnalia!
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| Saturnalia!
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| Saturnalia!
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| Saturnalia!
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| Saturnalia!
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| Saturnalia!
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| Saturnalia!
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| I am so proud of you my fearless servants
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| I have a secret mission for you
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| Since you are the most brave ones that I know
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| Get ready for a very long rewarding work
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| I have a present for my bastard son’s mother
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| Go and deliver my gold medallion
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| The purest heart
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| Raped to death
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| My everything
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| Worth to breathe
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| How can I live
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| With all this grief?
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| Take my life with your cold sword
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| Tullius
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| Father, are you?
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| Mother, are you?
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| Glad that I am dead
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| Finally, I’m home
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| It’s not your time, yet
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| Rise in the darkness, my friend
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| We’re in the temple of the Goddess Laverna
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| Who protects the underworld, the thieves, the cheats
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| She has a mission for you, that’s why you breathe
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| She passed away, you know?
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| Your lust for revenge is a dripping flow
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| Tullius has no pietas, he punished you two
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| Calling on himself the wrath of Saturn
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| Embrace this path
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| You’re now a son of Laverna
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| Give me your left hand
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| Offer this wheat to Laverna
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| Gaze at the candles in the altar
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| And take a sip of this brew
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| Nod to the skeleton in the black cloak
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| You’re now a son of Laverna
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| Almost unfold is my sight
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| That’s the path I must realize
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| A burning light embraces the lair
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| And all my skin the fire tears
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| Gods' whispers of revenge
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| Thundering in me
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| My heart is aflame
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| By the Wrath of Thee
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| Ablazing my lips
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| I now eclipse
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| As ashes in the wind
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| Myself I abrade
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| Ablazing my eyes
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| In the divine
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| I melt my face
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| And in fire I rise
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| All I know is gone so far
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| All I love, it was not spare
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| I seek the fat of someone’s chest
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| And fulfill my burning quest
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| Gods' whispers of revenge
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| Thundering in me
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| My heart is aflame
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| By the Wrath of Thee
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| Ablazing my lips
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| I now eclipse
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| As ashes in the wind
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| Myself I abrade
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| Ablazing my eyes
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| In the divine
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| I melt my face
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| And in fire I rise
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| Is that really you, my son?
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| What they have done to you
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| My love? |
| I cried a lot
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| My son, blood of my blood
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| I face my pain
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| A feast to celebrate
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| I face my hate
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| A feast of flames
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| I am so upset with you useless servant
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| The first-born isn’t dead, he is alive!
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| My plan has gone up in smoke and it’s your fault
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| That’s clear you lied and your blood will flow
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| I’m going to tear your skin with the slap of my whip
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| I recall your promises out of your lips
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| Helius Adepphius
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| We thought he was gone
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| «Back after ten gloomy years
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| Raise your glasses, he has come back
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| I hear your whispers, await…»
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| Nemo non formosus filius matri
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| The sun shines on my mask made of gold
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| Hidden under it lies the weight of a crime
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| Too awful to be flaunted
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| I have to live with it forever
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| Remember forever the pain you caused
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| My face ablazed by a friend
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| He’s sitting here at hand
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| I watch his face, his eyes are glazed
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| Tullius are you there?
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| This is the robe of a slave of your own
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| And this medallion, look what it shows
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| «Tullius Murena, yes I saw it too»
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| Said the man dressed in blue
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| Even in death
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| Things can come back
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| Saturnalia
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| Saturnalia!
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| Saturnalia!
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| Saturnalia!
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| Saturnalia!
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| Saturnalia!
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| Saturnalia!
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| Saturnalia!
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| Per falcem
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| Senem
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| Et puerum
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| Regeneramur
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| Ad lux tenebris
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| That’s the tale of Saturnalia |