It was a calm night
The eerie sound of distant wolves
Made themselves heard into the night
It was as if Romulus himself tried to warn the gods

At the Circus Maximus
The darkened smoke comes alive
The crows roam over with death in sight
The fire burns the flesh

It burns the earth
It burns the soul
The fire rages
The distant sounds of fear

Oh what art you witnessed today
Can you see the golden palace?
Hear my fiddle sing
The hymns of sorrow, of sorrow

There's only one possible culprit for such atrocities to Rome, Christianus
The sect of lies and deceit and for this they must be punished with death and fire

Rise
To witness the art of decadence
Listen to the music of hell
And these strings come to harmony

It burns the earth
It burns the soul
The fire rages and rages
The distant sounds of fear

Oh what art you witnessed today
Can you see the golden palace?
Hear my fiddle sing
The hymns of sorrow, of sorrow

Oh what art you witnessed today
Can you see the golden palace?
Hear my fiddle sing
The hymns of sorrow, of sorrow