Imperator

Duodecim
Primus est
Recordatus
Est erisque imperator

People of Rome
Blessed by gods, cold as ice
From obedience
Begun the cast of ten dice

From nocturnal dreams the light of fate
Blind by a red drape on his face
He stepped on his curse

Birds, from a forest, dismember a body
A golden laurel falls on the stones
And pushes a soul to the clouds far from a throne

Premonitory warnings, revealing the signs
Plucks of memories surface
In the curia
A shadow appears
A sun eclipsed by knives

Men of the Senate dismember a body
Twenty-three stabs aren't enough
The ideal will arise from the bed of the slough
Premonitory warnings, revealing the signs
Plucks of memories surface
In the curia
A shadow appears
A sun eclipsed by knives

He will be remembered as the first of the twelve
He is and will be the king of the empire

Duodecim
Primus est
Recordatus
Est erisque imperator