I have brought glory to Rome.

And though my friends have fallen,

I bear no brute on my chest

For I rise above them mercilessly, 

It’s their final time to rest.

Julius has been slain,

And Octavia surrenders herself

As I wait for Death to take me,

I’m another piece of wealth.

I have conquered all my hands can take

And thousands seek demise,

For when I ascended to the throne

Their smiles ran like mud through stone

Before I beat them into bone

And watched light leave their eyes.

Now my heart has been deserted,

And I am left apart.

The rivers no longer shine white,

But run with bitter blood.

A single thought flies through the night:

I have brought glory to Rome.