Whether in Germania, or DaciaIn Syria or Thebes, we were beaten
Every road passed through chaos
Walking through grass paths
Once forgotten but now used
Their travel was watched the entire way
Into a maze of brush, thick, tangled
Where last stands and hold outs fled
Forsaken of hope, and desperate to live
A thick undergrowth inexorable, thorns
Untamed, wild, sharp, fierce bleeding
Now they are the broken, the scorned
Always the Legions in look were awesome
After a time there was doubt in our way
For an empire would soon be fallen
All the riches earned but not inherited
Once great, but failure almost inevitable
As a river of ruin had now run its course
The Legion's pride in empire didn't matter
Proud sons of senators and farmers slain
And lives of worth and warriors shattered
A tapestry of futures became unwoven
Millennia would pass before recovery
No recognizable empire in Rome would rise
For they lost their empire in the wars
Between Barbarians and Romans
And Romans against Romans
Soon they become weary
And some say, they had poisoned souls
Between Civil Wars and Invasions
They'd become their worst enemy
So how could they think
They'd write their own history
When to the victor go the spoils
And the right to write the tale
