Empires Past - #chickasha #ninnekah #rome

**Verse 1:**
In the shadows of the coliseum,
where legends fought for pride,
Ancient stones whisper secrets,
in a world they can't divide.

Men with dreams and iron wills
carved their names in stone,
Echoes of their conquests
A tale we've always known.

**Pre-Chorus:**
Ask your father or your brother,
hear them reminisce,
About the power and the glory
wrapped up in history's kiss.
With each conquest and each battle,
they’re drawn into the fire—
In this modern world we wander,
it’s Rome that they desire.

**Chorus:**
It all came from the Roman Empire!
Let’s rewind two thousand years!
Where were you when empires fell?
And built their legacies with tears?
It was always Greece!
It was always Rome!
In our hearts our past still roams.

**Verse 2:**
Through grand monuments and ruins
where time stands still today,
Philosophers ignited thoughts
that refuse to fade away.
Lines drawn on maps like whispers
tracing lovers’ hands so bold—
A story woven through centuries,
more precious than gold.

**Pre-Chorus:**
Ladies gather 'round and listen;
it's not just tales of old—
Behind every man's ambition
lies a fire burning cold.
They're dreaming of those victories
under skies once stained with red—
While you ponder meaningless modern lives—
they're lost in what’s been said.

**Chorus:**
It all came from the Roman Empire!
Let’s rewind two thousand years!
Where were you when empires fell?
And built their legacies with tears?
It was always Greece!
It was always Rome!
In our hearts our past still roams.

**Bridge:**
And though today may rise and fall
like cities left behind,
No one will remember us
when dust clouds fill their minds.
But buried deep beneath this chaos
lies a truth we can reclaim—
That history binds us tighter
than any fleeting name.

**Chorus:** (x2)
It all came from the Roman Empire!
Let’s rewind two thousand years!
Where were you when empires fell?
And built their legacies with tears?
It was always Greece!
It was always Rome!
In our hearts our past still roams.

**Outro:**
In every man who walks this Earth
there lies an ancient fire,
A spark ignited by the dreamers—
the poets and their choir.
So let’s raise a glass
to days gone by;
let’s toast who we once were—

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