| Rex Talionis |
|---|
| Blood and wine so easily poured |
| From golden throne to marble floor |
| And laurelled heads that turn and stare |
| With swords of silver and golden hair |
| Rex Talionis, Rex Talionis |
| Rex Talionis, Rex Talionis |
| And eagles stand at history’s gates |
| Symbols of nature’s beauty and crimes of states |
| With wings that thunder in the night |
| With talons sharp and eyes of light |
| Rex Talionis, Rex Talionis |
| Rex Talionis, Rex Talionis |
| Rex Talionis, Rex Talionis |
| Rex Talionis, Rex Talionis |
