by Aonghus

The wheel of war spins
and the hounds of fury bound
swords of kinsmen clash
for the honor of the crown

who but I should sit upon
the coronation stone
lead the hoard to glory
and shake the walls of Rome

My cousins all contend
think they better than I
but from my gorge swift vengeance
and traitors all they die

Sword fell on sword
Shield pressed to shield
my countrymen lay dead
cause pride took to the field

and now my clan in ruin
honor for pride was lost
the crown I sought I won
but my brothers were the cost

The walls of Rome now distant
and my thoughts they swim in wine
the legions conquer Gaul
and the shame of it is mine