Pomerium

Sic deinde cuicumque alius transiliet moenia mea

All this started with two brothers
in a place where time was stuck
this marble didn't see any light yet
there was nothing but woods

Vultures flew in a sky once pure
unconscious they where going to decide
the world whole destiny, the path of civility
the line of blood dividing past and future

Sons of the Tiber, sons of the wolf
owners of this world
Sons of the Tiber, sons of the wolf
owners of this world

Mars looked from up high
pointed a finger and said
"Only one will survive
he'll be the king of my reign"

Now the vultures have to choose,
the who will see them first
but Mars can't give a reign
without a drop of blood

Weaker one crossed Pomerium
insult to Gods and his brother
Mars is ready to receive a sacrifice
the blood will baptize this empire

His same blood on his hands
the same colour of sunset
while the vultures fly in a red sky
Mars laughs in a silent cry

Sic deinde cuicumque alius transiliet moenia mea

Mars is ready to receive a sacrifice
the blood will baptize this empire