The Games of Titus - Ravensire

Here, where a hero fell, a column falls!

Here, a mimic eagle glared in gold

A midnight vigil holds the swarthy bat!

Here, where the dames of Rome their glided hair

Waved to the wind, now wave the reed and thistle!

Here, where on golden throne the monarch lolled

Glides, spectre-like, unto his marble home

Lit by the wan light of the horned moon

The swift and silent lizard of the stone!

(Edgar Allan Poe)

Behold, rayed with stars, the colossus views heaven anear

What race so distant or barbarous might be absent now from here

Rulers of the past brought ailings to the poor

Under, Caesar, your guidance, to itself Rome you restore

And the gods are now appeared

And one hundred days we feast

Diverse is the throng, yet acclaims you as one tongue, the country’s father true

Let the past not boast, for every grandiose ghost the arena brings for you

The dreaded minotaur that a woman bore from her dangerous tryst

Bacchus gained his breath from his mother’s death and so was born a beast

Power on display — the games of Titus

Woe to the foes who would dare to fight us

«In death we salute thee»

Two men fight to kill, and by Caesar’s will glory is split in half

Orpheus unaware is eaten by a bear and the people laugh

An army fights and dies before your very eyes as two ships collide

In a sea of blood, merciless red flood, countless men have died

Power on display — the games of Titus

Woe to the foes who would dare to fight us

«In death we salute thee»

Power on display — the games of Titus

Woe to the foes who would dare to fight us

Behold the Divine, for beasts don’t utter lies

To yield the stronger is valour’s second prize

Heavy is the palm the weaker foeman wins

But now, o Caesar, you’ve come to redeem Rome of its sins