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But I've Lost


Veni, Vidi, Vici

I came, strong and fierce,
   sweeping in faster than the swift Venti,

   aye, and stronger than mighty Hercules.

I saw, with mine own eyes, the sorry state you were in
   noticed the cowardliness behind a mask of wealth,
   watched as you trembled at my might.

I conquered, yea, with mine own hands and the hands of my men
   doled defeat to other lands
   won, as I have, and as I will, won over the people.

Perdidi

I lost, in the end I still lost, lost to you miserable people,
   Fell at the hands of the worst conspiracy
   Died at the hands of my beloved brothers.

And so I lost, to betrayal, after the greatest triumph.

And so the Romans will fall, after the creation of the greates empire.

And so all things must, eventually, end, for a new age to dawn.

Veni, Vidi, Vici

I came, I saw, I conquered.

Sed ego perdidi.

But I've lost.

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