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WHEN CARTHAGE HAD FALLEN TO ROMANIC PESTS
HER ELEPHANTS BLEEDED AND TUMBLED
«MAKE SHUT THE GATES, LEST WE GIVE THEM REST!»
HAD SHOUTED HASDRUBAL DOWN FROM HIS TOWER

BUT LATE WAS THE HOUR, AND CARTHAGE DIMINISHED
AND THUS SET THE ROMAN HIS FOOT ON ITS SOIL
IN VIOLENCE IT HAD BEGUN, AND THEN FINISHED
AND SO HAD TURNED MOST FERTILE EARTH INTO DUST

THE ROMAN GAVE IN TO HIS LUST FOR THE KILLING,
HIS PASSION TO WOMEN AND CHILDREN ALIKE
MURDER'D A BROTHER, AND ALSO HIS SIBLING
STOLE THUS THE MONUMENTS OUT OF THE PALACE

PONDER THIS, ROME! SEE THINE OWN FAULTS!
FOR THOU POISON'D CARTHAGE, WITH THINE EVIL SALTS!

FUCK ROMANS

WHEN CARTHAGE HAD FALLEN TO ROMANIC PESTS
HER ELEPHANTS BLEEDED AND TUMBLED
«MAKE SHUT THE GATES, LEST WE GIVE THEM REST!»
HAD SHOUTED HASDRUBAL DOWN FROM HIS TOWER

BUT LATE WAS THE HOUR, AND CARTHAGE DIMINISHED
AND THUS SET THE ROMAN HIS FOOT ON ITS SOIL
IN VIOLENCE IT HAD BEGUN, AND THEN FINISHED
AND SO HAD TURNED MOST FERTILE EARTH INTO DUST

THE ROMAN GAVE IN TO HIS LUST FOR THE KILLING,
HIS PASSION TO WOMEN AND CHILDREN ALIKE
MURDER'D A BROTHER, AND ALSO HIS SIBLING
STOLE THUS THE MONUMENTS OUT OF THE PALACE

PONDER THIS, ROME! SEE THINE OWN FAULTS!
FOR THOU POISON'D CARTHAGE, WITH THINE EVIL SALTS!

FUCK ROMANS

WHEN CARTHAGE HAD FALLEN TO ROMANIC PESTS
HER ELEPHANTS BLEEDED AND TUMBLED
«MAKE SHUT THE GATES, LEST WE GIFT THEM REST!»
HAD SHOUTED HASDRUBAL DOWN FROM HIS TOWER

BUT LATE WAS THE HOUR, AND CARTHAGE DIMINISHED
AND THUS SET THE ROMAN HIS FOOT ON ITS SOIL
IN VIOLENCE IT HAD BEGUN, AND THEN FINISHED
AND SO HAD TURNED MOST FERTILE EARTH INTO DUST

THE ROMAN GAVE IN TO HIS LUST FOR THE KILLING,
HIS PASSION TO WOMEN AND CHILDREN ALIKE
MURDERED A BROTHER, AND ALSO HIS SIBLING
STOLE THUS THE MONUMENTS OUT OF THE PALACE

PONDER THIS, ROME! SEE THY OWN FAULTS!
FOR THOU POISONED CARTHAGE, WITH THINE EVIL SALTS!

FUCK ROMANS

WHEN CARTHAGE HAD FALLEN TO ROMANIC PESTS
HER ELEPHANTS BLEEDED AND TUMBLED
«MAKE SHUT THE GATES, LEST WE GIFT THEM REST!»
HAD SHOUTED HASDRUBAL DOWN FROM HIS TOWER

BUT LATE WAS THE HOUR, AND CARTHAGE DIMINISHED
AND THUS SET THE ROMAN HIS FOOT ON ITS SOIL
IN VIOLENCE IT HAD BEGUN, AND THEN FINISHED
AND SO HAD TURNED MOST FERTILE EARTH INTO DUST

THE ROMAN GAVE IN TO HIS LUST FOR THE KILLING,
HIS PASSION TO WOMEN AND CHILDREN ALIKE
MURDERED A BROTHER, AND ALSO HIS SIBLING
STOLE THUS THE MONUMENTS OUT OF THE PALACE

PONDER THIS, ROME! SEE THY OWN FAULTS!
FOR THEE POISONED CARTHAGE, WITH THY EVIL SALT!

FUCK ROMANS