was for you to be my king
but I guess there's no kingdom
where there is defeat
I wanted to give you
a millon roses
a thousand horses
and a soul to claim
but it was useless;
fighting against the will
of a few traitors
those which with blood in hands, stained
clothes
heart
mind
soul.
all I wanted
was for you to be my cæsar
from the purest heart
be your greatest weakness
and now for the power
of a few more months
I'll lay down in spite
watching what was once mine fall apart
it takes one man
to build an empire
and it takes one man
to bring it down.
in my heart
I will always hold
the true weakness
of your soul.
I'll shall carry it with me
wherever I might go.