His soul's escaping while his army is breaking

This land is mine for the taking, make me King

As we move toward a gory border

A content life is boring but leading factions is

Close to post-mortem, this war is not bloodless

His prestige is huge, he's proud but loves justice

The council's all on him, coast to coast wars

He's known as Augustus, lonely roads

Gods only know he's grown farther from home on his slaughter

Doubts beset him about his own daughter

Gone into hiding to thwart unknown plotters

His vassals don't want him no more, he's a tyrant

They moved on to the next title claimant

With faction power, and so the old saga

Is told, it unfolds, I suppose it's old, pater

But the beat goes on, da-da dum da-dum da-da

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