Waning of Might, Waxing of Spite

[The Gods' lament:]

"Behold! they set our Temples alight

-By decree of Imperial Might-

They tear down the stones

Of our once sacred domes

And defile the effigy of gods once held high"

The gifts of Minerva they scorn

(See the arcane Serapeum burn

[Dying] embers where wisdom once glowed),

As new faith tramples old,

The breaking of an oath

That rome will e'er rue to withhold

[The Voice of Mars:]

" Their Betrayal I'll cleanse in their blood

And reign supreme in the age of this God"

[Jupiter's decree]

"Perjurers the lot,

Scourge of traitors foul and ingrate

Let my sentence be wrought

Let barbarian steel seal their fate"

[The Voice of Mars:]

"Mine own offspring I'll drown in their blood

Under guise of their slanderous God"

[Speaks Venus:]

" The pleasures of flesh once bestowed upon me

To be draped in the cloth of new false modesty

Coloring of grey the once red blushing of love

Some stale Ascetic virtue to buy favors above"

"Tell to the king that the carven hall is fallen in decay;

Apollo has no chapel left, no prophesying bay,

No talking spring. The stream is dry that had so much to say." *

Refrão

The age of our dusk

Is the breaking of your night

Though your treason we'll suffer,

We're avenged in your plight

See your splendour in ruin

Countless years of decay

(is the) Final gift of the Gods

Whom you swore to obey

[Minerva speaks:]

"Your contemptuous desertion

Spells the waning of our might

Gods once revered now demons

Held in fright

Your ignorant abandon

Marks the Waxing of our spite

Once children blessed

In wisdom's light

Now fools that cling to shadows

In the night"