TORCH OF HUMBLED

When [bad word]  that you await...
Praetorians wake with anger in hearts!
Into the lattice lions’ trapped...
Craftsmen have hammered torture’s arts!

Damnatio ad bestias!

The day [bad word]  and you’re again 
In search of food upon the streets 
Not knowing that you’re under looks
Of darkness’ soldiers sniffing [bad word] 

Discipulus est prioris posterior dies

Evening, entering the threshold, 
Shall not grant you [bad word] rest,
March against the weak a-thunder…
Eyes and ears’ full of pest!

And the night shall not release you,
Pray your god, but beasts will start 
Tear your bodies and disease you… 
You are scum, you’re gashed apart! 

Ubi omnis vita metus est, mors est optima

You were hiding in the dark, 
Served your idol, but the torch 
Quenched by twilight’s deadly spark,
Scream when seeing burning church! 

Dogs of War – against the holy! Burn and cut!
You ask for mercy? Hit the dust and choke with blood!
Every soldier sweats in armour and they not overshot...
Legends of the humbled shall turn to useless dirt!

And skins from animals are torn to make your festal clothes!
Your lives are doomed, and death is smelled by pack of hungry dogs!
Coliseum’s before you, and there’s no futile hope! 
Diabolical revenge roars from the stands and top!

Exitus letalis