will conquer the world in a day. Come to me, love! Come to me love! [Man:] No way! [Beast:] Yes way! We are marching to Rome!
we will conquer the world in a day. Come to me, love! Come to me love! [Man:] No way! [Beast:] Yes way! We are marching to Rome!
else That makes me whole I have never needing more, I get this feeling That I've loved you before Were we lovers in an army Marching all for Rome? Side
Hear the chimes, did you know that the wind, when it blows It is older than Rome and all of this sorrow See the new pyramids, down in old Manhattan From
you claim to be majority, well, you know that it's a lie You're really a minority on this sweet emerald isle When Stormont bans our marches, they've got
claim to be majority Well you know that it's a lie You're really a minority On this sweet Emerald Isle When Stormont bans our marches They've got alot
How can we close our eyes When the walls around us Wear thinner each day? How can we mute our voices When a parade of chaos marches Throughout the land
Born to a whore on a Parisian floor In the ides of march, a babe to abhor Pardon my French, but life really sucked When you're born and grow up an
On the morrow he'll be dead I've smelt the ambush down in Rome Beware the ides of march But he's not gonna well There's no telling who'll be next Let
I've seen the Ides of March And I've seen the fall of Rome I've seen all kinds of stuff But I never see my home If my life-line is These million
morning, our trumpets waken the wall! 'Rome is above nations, but thou art over all' Mithras, God of the morning, our trumpets waken the wall! 'Rome
the lions Throw them to the lions Throw them to the lions The Roman Empire, the glory of Rome Hail, all hail Caesar, Caesar, beware, beware, the ides of March
Music: Harold Rome Lyrics: Harold Rome Book: Jerome Weidman Premiere: Thursday, March 22, 1962 He's not a well man And he's getting worse If he had
God, give me one shot and I'll break right through I am starting to be brand new Rome is burning you can taste the embers I am walking hard on Spanish
Heresy a different route From mother church in Rome See us, we're hurting no-one Why can't you leave us alone Hunted Persued Burnt Marched into the
C#m And all the high-born ladies F#m So lovely and so true, B Have been handed to the soldiers E When in rome do as the romans do. Frail and afraid in
[Wartales from the crusade towards Rome] Riding on demons through forcefields of fire Feeding the heat with raw steel and desire Burning the christians
