Letras
Shadows fall on Utica's walls
As Caesar's legions draw near
Last defender of liberty
Faces what he holds dear
In candlelight, Plato's words
Speak of immortal souls
While outside the gathering storm
Takes its deadly toll
Stand or kneel, the choice is made
Freedom's price in blood must be paid
Rather death than bend the knee
To tyranny's golden cage
The final act of a free man
Writing fate with his own hand
When Republic falls to crown
One torch still burns in darkness profound
Send away the guards tonight
No more blood need be spilled
In chambers deep, philosophy
Keeps his purpose steeled
The sword that fought at Pharsalus
Now rests upon his bed
"Submit to Caesar?" Never now
Choose dignity instead
Stand or kneel, the choice is made
Freedom's price in blood must be paid
Rather death than bend the knee
To tyranny's golden cage
The final act of a free man
Writing fate with his own hand
When Republic falls to crown
One torch still burns in darkness profound
The hour comes, the die is cast
Republic's light is fading fast
But principles outlive the man
When written with such final stand
Dawn approaches, time grows short
No rescue will arrive
But freedom lives in choosing how
A noble man shall die
The blade strikes true, but fate denies
This quick and noble end
Torn wounds bound against his will
Yet still he won't bend
Stand or kneel, the choice is made
Freedom's price in blood must be paid
Rather death than bend the knee
To tyranny's golden cage
The final act of a free man
Writing fate with his own hand
When Republic falls to crown
One torch still burns in darkness profound