Child of the Romans

Bow down

in the temple columns 

and blood train

before the gods

or the saints 

that have replaced them 

if you wonder 

why I'm in love with you

my ancestors sacked rome

for the girls

not the gold

and I will kill to 

capture your heart

but I don't have to

child of the Romans

bread and circus 

hippodrome and chariots 

do not offer what your insides do

I will kill for you, but would never lie to you