Commodus, I am Germania!

Camp ablaze with moving life
Flickering sparks
out phased fluid illusion
inductive to exit
Fire!

Faces fly red
The sky bends
Not my whim
Design!

She holds my head
Gentle patience
Contentment is the absolute
The men alive
Against orders
Mirror the world in mind

Be dead
Dead not that this fire should slip
Dead that the fire continue!
Your eyes then ..
My eyes
Seek my right
Be my left

Hopes are flowing wildly
Death of all murderous thoughts
Removal of that spiting fear
Bites mens souls - Spears of choice
In death of death we find
peace

He sits.. Good hunting hound
Gently knowing only brother
I fail him so...
Afraid is the furthest
the furthest from tomorrow
Let him be the system of the diverse
Let him carry the ale
Feed the fire

Soon he will rise to strike thee

COMMODUS