A PARODY I MADE, DEPICTING THE EVENTS WHEN THE CITY OF ATLANTICA FELL. VENI VIDI VICI!
And who are you, the proud lord Of War said,
that I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
that's all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long and sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that lord of Atlantica,
And now the rains weep o'er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall,
and not a soul to hear.
Their walls, in a coat of red.
that not even the morning light,
shall warm your halls,
the flowers do not bloom,
no animal will graze,
Flayed men rot and wither,
those lords spoke, and so they spoke,
those lords of Atlantica,
ignoring the commands of Ares
But now the rains weep o'er his hall,
with no one - there - to hear,
Yes now the rains weep o'er his wall,
and not - a soul - to hear....
And who are you, the proud lord Of War said,
that I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
that's all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long and sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that lord of Atlantica,
And now the rains weep o'er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall,
and not a soul to hear.
Their walls, in a coat of red.
that not even the morning light,
shall warm your halls,
the flowers do not bloom,
no animal will graze,
Flayed men rot and wither,
those lords spoke, and so they spoke,
those lords of Atlantica,
ignoring the commands of Ares
But now the rains weep o'er his hall,
with no one - there - to hear,
Yes now the rains weep o'er his wall,
and not - a soul - to hear....
