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Текст песни: Hundred years before our lord, from the cradle to the sword
A sign of what's to come, of what can be undone
On to conquest tempting fate, in the footsteps of the great
A consul on the move, he's building bridges
And his enemies enter the field
Knowing their fate has been sealed
Africa, Italy, Spain and Gaul will kneel
He is crossing the Rubicon
Heading home to where he belong
Born to rule it alone, the glory of Rome
He is crossing the Rubicon
Over the river at last, the die has been cast
Fortune does favor the brave, from the Senate to the grave
This man would seek it all, this man would heed the call
The republics doom and fall, he's the man who caused it all
Dictator on the move, he's burning bridges
As his grip of the power of Rome
Secured as he heads for the throne
The fifteenth of March, the knives would cut to the bone
He is crossing the Rubicon
Heading home to where he belong
Born to rule it alone, the glory of Rome
He is crossing the Rubicon
Over the river at last, the die has been cast
He is crossing the Rubicon
Heading home to where he belong
Born to rule it alone, the glory of Rome
He is crossing the Rubicon
Over the river at last, the die has been cast
A sign of what's to come, of what can be undone
On to conquest tempting fate, in the footsteps of the great
A consul on the move, he's building bridges
And his enemies enter the field
Knowing their fate has been sealed
Africa, Italy, Spain and Gaul will kneel
He is crossing the Rubicon
Heading home to where he belong
Born to rule it alone, the glory of Rome
He is crossing the Rubicon
Over the river at last, the die has been cast
Fortune does favor the brave, from the Senate to the grave
This man would seek it all, this man would heed the call
The republics doom and fall, he's the man who caused it all
Dictator on the move, he's burning bridges
As his grip of the power of Rome
Secured as he heads for the throne
The fifteenth of March, the knives would cut to the bone
He is crossing the Rubicon
Heading home to where he belong
Born to rule it alone, the glory of Rome
He is crossing the Rubicon
Over the river at last, the die has been cast
He is crossing the Rubicon
Heading home to where he belong
Born to rule it alone, the glory of Rome
He is crossing the Rubicon
Over the river at last, the die has been cast
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