Threnody for the city
Returning once again
Lust for evanescence
Grandeur now obsolescence
In the morning, curing this plight
Echoes fade near cities of endless coast
Bereave this withered ghost
In canon light of constellations
Through fire and pain, the city shall stand here
Once Giants, now reduced
To long hath we suffered abuse
Mother Mary, to victory!
They come as lighting; scourge of god
Truly we are disillusioned
I stand with giants on my back
I cannot be the last one
Rigor mortis luring out the night
Lepers now caressing their fields
Bereavement nevermore
Snoitaralced rieht 'htaen deliot
This burden inherited
Beckons me back to my home
I see in my heart
That this siege can be won
So pray to Saint Constantine
So pray to Saint Constantine
Benevolence torn from it's creature
Innocence meant for its maker
Why is it I mustn't decide
Credence for whom it resides
Benevolence torn from it's creature
Innocence meant for its maker
Why is it I mustn't decide
Credence for whom it resides
Roma Eterna...