Letras
Hundred years before our Lord
From the cradle to the sword
A sign of what's to come
Of what can be undone
On to conquest, tempting fate
In the footsteps of the great
A consul on the move, he's building bridges
And his enemies enter the field
Knowing their fate has been sealed
Africa, Italy, Spain, and Gaul will kneel
He is crossing the Rubicon
Heading home to where he belong
Born to rule it alone, the glory of Rome
He is crossing the Rubicon
Over the river at last, the die has been cast
Fortune does favour the brave
From the Senate to the grave
This man would seek it all
This man would heed the call
The republic's doom and fall
He's the man who caused it all
Dictator on the move, he's burning bridges
As his grip on the power of Rome
Secured, as he heads for the throne
The 15th of March, the knives would cut to the bone
He is crossing the Rubicon
Heading home to where he belong
Born to rule it alone, the glory of Rome
He is crossing the Rubicon
Over the river at last, the die has been cast
He is crossing the Rubicon
Heading home to where he belong
Born to rule it alone, the glory of Rome
He is crossing the Rubicon
Over the river at last, the die has been cast