Severan from Severan by Midnight Force

Leave none alive,
Scatter their ashes in the hills and the lochs,
Let the rain wash away their barbarian lives,

A Caesar am I,
From Leptis I ride with blood in my strides,
Time will remember my empire's might,

So we march,
Northward on the trail of genocide,

Encased in stone,
The borders of the earth shall be mine alone,
I will suffer no peace while the Picts call it home,

Their forests in flame,
Their mountains be levelled their rivers be tamed,
All shall bear Severan's name,

40,000 strong,
For such paltry a kingdom,
Mile by mile into the highlands they march,
Each nameless bog become imperial dominion,
Each hill on the horizon the border of Rome.

On a futile search for an enemy to fight,
Each step northwards driven only by spite,
Lured onwards by the promise of prey,
Though the emperor frail bedridden lay.

Leave me this legacy, this is my claim,
The master of Caledon's folk.
Abide not their treachery, show them the sword,
Of Septimus, master of Rome.

Seeking no peace after the break of the oath,
Of the Maetea had led to a second attack.
In onward advance, an onerous slaughter,
For the lands of the north are not ruled but subdued,

On Caracalla's return, his father has perished,
In Eboracum the empire's expansion would end,
Dominion of Caledon shall never pass,
Thus the borders of Rome no longer shall last.

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