Tyriat Sig Tyrias Rome

[Spoken]
Out of all this beauty, something must come (something must come)

[Verse 1]
Bid you speed
When what you need
Is dream and deed
When longing and greed entwine
You'll drink of life as lesser men drink wine

[Verse 2]
At the triclinium feasts where red clad priests
Crowned with white rose wreaths lie
Cut what will die from what will rise
Rise by rights like these

[Chorus]
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Tyriat Sig Tyrias (Tyriat Sig Tyrias!)
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Tyriat Sig Tyrias (Tyriat Sig Tyrias!)