Her name as an empire
Would strike fear in others
The rise followed, but industry
Born of violence and ire
A warrior state rose up
Becoming the master of her neighbors
But while the empire became wealthy
Ignored the warnings
Her strengths would turn to weakness
From a distance it looked healthy
A powerful empire always does
Until the fall
But now the empire is aflame
The excellence followed a course
As a river that cuts through rock
Soon it replaced free laborers
With the efforts of prisoners and slaves
With its war earned provinces afire
It answers rebellion with utter force
Long dead are the builders of the state
Long dead they rot in the grave
To placate the masses from the malaise
The empire offers bread and circuses
To kill the pain
Ignoring the approaching collapse
They lose sight of their original way
And the dust rises
And the bleeding only ends
After the conquest of the people
When the fires leave ash
While Rome has entered descent
The cycle is on endless repeat
For the conquering tribes
