Constantinople saved it’s empty walls
for six-thousands dirty pounds of gold. (Of gold)
Danube to Baltic, Ural to Rome,
Saddle’s my home.
Scourge of God, but which God I wonder?
All what I can’t explain I fear, (You fear)
But I know how to forgive ‘n’ plunder,
How to bare pain.
Honorika, like you I’ve hundreds.
But I like corruption and madness, (mad-ness)
I’ll keep the ring, over your chest
I’ll grab the rest.
Burnt by fever along this river,
Omens around make me shiver.
The man in white whispered words (His words)
that stayed unheard.
Rome in bigger
than in my dreams,
I know she always will be
Bigger than me.
Quietly dying,
or sunken under the sea.
Die drawn in your own blood,
As a pig or cow could do.
No vengeance, nothing grew
the seed of you.