Potato :
Belisarius
I am Rome's sword. Where is our empire?
Weep not, mother Rome, again shall you prosper.
A citizen of Rome I am, yet without an empire I am,
In barbarians' blood shall Rome be reborn!
The sands of Africa, with Vandals' blood, are turned red!
Weep Gelimer, king without a kingdom,
I am the sword of Rome,
Belisarius!
The gardens of Italy, with Goths' tears, are made fertile,
Weep Goths, barbarians,
I am the sword of Rome,
Belisarius!
The mountains of Lazica, with Sassanians' blood are turned red,
Away, Khosrow, you mortal soul!
I am the sword of Rome,
Belisarius!
The city is threatened with fire and sword,
Remember Totila, how Rome is ancient,
If you are a true king, destroy not our queen.
The ices of the Danube, with Huns' blood, are turned red,
Away, Zabergan, you are no Attila,
I am the sword of Rome,
Belisarius!
2025-05-20 12:42:18