Iron Eagle of Rome

From marble halls to fields of blood,
The eagle rises from the mud.
Legions march where shadows crawl,
Rome commands and nations fall.

Bronze and iron, shield and spear,
The sound of conquest drawing near.
Roads of stone through conquered lands,
Built by fire and iron hands.

Under the banner, under the blade,
Empires are born where debts are paid.
Drums in the dust, steel in the sky,
Rome will rise and Rome will die.

Iron eagle, spread your wings,
Crown the slaves and murder kings.
Thunder rolls through ancient stone,
All roads lead to Caesar’s throne.

Iron eagle, burning bright,
Marching through eternal night.
From the Tiber to the foam,
Hear the roar of mighty Rome.

In the Colosseum, blood is law,
Crowds like wolves with open jaws.
Gladiators face the sun,
One must fall and one has won.

Senators whisper, daggers gleam,
Power feeds a poisoned dream.
Laurel crowns and tyrant eyes,
Republic fades as empires rise.

Under the banner, under the blade,
Golden gods and debts unpaid.
Drums in the dust, steel in the sky,
Rome will rise and Rome will die.

Iron eagle, spread your wings,
Crown the slaves and murder kings.
Thunder rolls through ancient stone,
All roads lead to Caesar’s throne.

Iron eagle, burning bright,
Marching through eternal night.
From the Tiber to the foam,
Hear the roar of mighty Rome.

Tritone fire in the temple air,
Polyphonic screams like a legion’s prayer.
Syncopated drums break the battle line,
Speed metal blades through the sands of time.

Mars! Jupiter! Caesar! Flame!
Stone remembers every name.
Mars! Jupiter! Eagle! Rome!
Ash will claim the emperor’s home.

Marching boots and shattered shields,
Ravens circle burning fields.
The Senate falls, the empire cries,
Red horizons, blackened skies.

Iron eagle, spread your wings,
Crown the slaves and murder kings.
Thunder rolls through ancient stone,
All roads lead to Caesar’s throne.

Iron eagle, burning bright,
Marching through eternal night.
From the Tiber to the foam,
Hear the roar of mighty Rome.

Marble cracks and banners fall,
Ghosts still march beyond the wall.
Dust to dust and throne to tomb,
Rome still echoes through the gloom.