From the smell of the blessed lands
We march for glory to conquer
In the name of the fatherland
We bleed the blood of the Gods
The sun calls upon us
Legions to free Rome
I've touched your faith and you've touched my blade
The moon's lunar rays peek through the mist of the
evening fog
The wind whispers the sounds of war
Speak to us of domination, avenge oh glorious Caesar
For thy wounds shall be healed, for all populous of
Rome
Dawn awakens the slumber
Prepare ourselves for victory
Arm ourselves with steel of faith
Engage the enemy
For everyone they kill, we shall kill ten
For every moment lost, time never stops
For every sorrow given a new death stricken
For every breath I take, I feel the world shake
Centurion. . . Move forward
Conflict, eternal
Blood centurions
Internal chaos
Monarch's of Hell
Pompeii to fall (Brutus Faction) defeat is imminent,
Hail Caesar!
Octavian to rule. . .
The civil war is over
The Battle of Philippi gone
Long live Gaius Julius Caesar
"O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
That ever lived in the tide of times.
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,--
Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue--
A curse shall light upon the limbs of men;
Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;
Blood and destruction shall be so in use
And dreadful objects so familiar
That mothers shall but smile when they behold
Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;
All pity choked with custom of fell deeds:
And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war" - Julius
Caesar: Act 3, Scene 1
As Emperor I shall reestablish the Roman Empire
Restore its facade born is the Praetorian Guard
An era of change comes
Border frontiers secured
Build the foundation lost
Pax Romana
