I wrap myself in black
This dress dark as night
A mourning shawl, though none have died
Though when I make my oath
The consequence foreseen
I've seen the sacred scrolls, I know what it will bring
A glimpse into Rome's past,
You'll see - we are a people raised by wolves.
This great dishonor, a crying shame unto Rome's daughter
The scared flame of Vesta's Virgins burns inside of me
A kingdom will fall and a people freed.
To my father's house I fly
With vengeance in my breast
A dagger, sleeve-concealed, destined for my chest
A glimpse into Rome's past,
You'll see - we are a people raised by wolves.
This great dishonor, a crying shame unto Rome's daughter
The scared flame of Vesta's Virgins burns inside of me
A kingdom will fall and a people freed.
My solemn word is pledged
My gilded knife held high,
"By Mars, avenge my death! My oath sealed as I die!"
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