Flavian Fury
We arrived at this northern land, bearing the standard of the second legion Guided by our high command, our rugged legate Vespasian Marching to the Medway bank Gazing at Barbarian ranks Commanded to ford across the river bend Pelted by slingers, our centurion calls to defend Shields raised high as we charge with all our might The battle raged on deep into the night Crossing over the Medway This will be our day Hordes of warriors fiercely force us back Resilient leaders order a counterattack Our century now deep within the fray Legionaries locked in chaotic melee Our flank exposed to the Brits, a weakness in the shield wall Our Centurion yells to make a stand it’s too late to withdraw Chariots race down the Medway River bank, I hold our standard high for the guarding of our flank Britons painted blue exhale a war cry The Charioteers crash deep into our line Trampled by the Celts but the golden eagle still flies, still flies
Submitted by Immortal — Jun 22, 2026
Rise! Legions of Rome! The tides of war have emerged! The deeds against the treasonous, engraved on the Arch of Titus Legionaries march to the blazing field of Mars, this foreign land is destined to be ours, the bravery of Honos ignited in our hearts, from Silva Arsia to Julius Caesar’s March Flavian Fury riding through my veins This dynasty of fighting against the Judeans A lineage of vigor from the father to the sons North, east, south were our battles to be won The valor, the honor, the strength, the pride, our souls imbued with the blood of heroes As victors, we conquer, Europa, is ours Hail! Caesar of Rome! Guide us into the storm! The will to crush the traitorous, inscribed on the Arch of Titus The screaming, the burning, the slaughter, the death, centuries interlocked in resolute defense Caesar, he rides, with us, to fight, the brute force of the Roman legions unleashed to the face of treason “This glorious wreath of oak I reject to don, for there is no merit in vanquishing a people forsaken by their own god.”
Submitted by Immortal — Jun 22, 2026
Julio-Claudian dynasty shattered into pieces in 68 AD Nero’s death brought uncertainty, who will rise, to the greatest height They chose a tyrant, a General of the State, and a true scion, an aristocratic great, a failure as a leader, murdered by the Praetorian Guard One of Galba’s allies ascended to the throne, once a friend of Nero but criminally disowned, he could not sway the people of Rome, the Rhine proclaims, Vitellian aims, They marched south with a mission to ascend their own leader and bring this to an end, Otho knew that he could never last, and so he passed Far away from Rome, in the Eastern sun, a man of militance, a proud Flavian A veteran of war, he fought in extremes, from conquering Briton, now to take the highest seat Flavian armies march to Rome, they aim to depose the last of the unfit emperors of lesser renown, a dynasty created, bestowing of a crown General Vitellius, dragged through the streets, surrounded by a mob, who celebrate in his blood
Submitted by Immortal — Jun 22, 2026
79 AD the anger of gods came crashing down I gaze out onto my fellow Romans caught deep within this hell Many besought their deities, some thought there were no gods left We believed a dawn of darkness and a great and final rest Hellfire rained down from the sky Vulcan’s resolve to purify Apocalyptic sight to behold Our gods’ wrath so it was told Volcanic rock crushing the men Families destroyed at this world's end Pyroclastic surge upon Pompeii Herculaneum did not live to see the day Covered in the ash and rock, never to be built again We watch from afar as our brothers meet a tragic end They bewailed their own fate as they burned with agony The time of pax met with a great catastrophe
Submitted by Immortal — Jun 22, 2026
A banquet hall was painted black, grave lamp flames danced as shadows wept A gust of wind sent chills down their backs Tombs were lined up and marked with a name, the guests entered his accursed game The senators thought it was their end Phantoms of a dimming soul, their bodies pale and skeletal, gifted the guests small bones of bronze A lavish feast was given out, all his guests were filled with doubt, will they ever make it out alive Domitian‘s terror struck deep in their minds, they called it paranoia of a madman’s design He rightly feared the dagger from behind Losing his grip on Rome, he started a senseless war, in one last effort to retain his throne Even though his deeds were great, the senators had their way, through their hatred they stained his name Domitian’s reign ended with a knife to the back just like he had feared The dynasty ended that night, a new era of rule is here
Submitted by Immortal — Jun 22, 2026
Bloodshed on the grand stage, the emperor watches on, Colosseum filled with the plebs, gripped by the violence Bloodshed on the grand stage, total propaganda, bread and circus to quell the rage, of low-class citizens Bloodshed on the grand stage, the men taken from their home, to compete with the best, but condemned to die Eye to eye with my prey In the hands of Roman fate My home up north, memories begin to fade Far away across the snowy peaks The clash of our steel, the embers flicker from the blade The parries and thrusts, combatants rolling in the dust I see it in his eyes, the desperation for my blood Condemned to death, longing for his last breath The howl of the crowd, eager for the killing blow The ring of my strike, evade my rival’s trident spike Pushed to the ground, the Nubian begs me for his life Our worlds so far apart, yet I plunge my sword into his heart Flavian Amphitheater, where warriors fight to die, the few whose will is great are immortalized Gladiatorial bloodshed, the Roman way of life, the emperors’ gift to the gods, a gift of might
Submitted by Immortal — Jun 22, 2026
A race despised by the world, rebelled against the Empire, the task fell to the heroes, to quell this outbreak of evil Vespasian and Titus led their troops to Judea, a land plagued by monotheistic hysteria The legions were lined up and ready to fight, siege ladders, scaling walls with the temple in sight, smashing down stone buildings with Bellona’s might, Pierce through their lies with a warlike smite Titus breached, the heart of sicarii rats The second, temple now within their grasp A noble centurion who saw through their lies, looked deep into the eyes of these hooked nose kikes, he saw a future of subversion , and with that he knew what must be done He ordered his men to grab a torch The glory of obscure deeds were bound (The) Centurion yelled his command He shouted out to his men “Burn their temple of lies to the ground” The temple now ablaze in flame The Judean rabble retreats A victory for the Flavians That We will never forget
Submitted by Immortal — Jun 22, 2026
Seizing the Menorah “You became richer than ourselves, even when you were our enemies. And you made preparations for war, against us with our own currency. After all, when you were in the, enjoyment of… all of these advantages… You turned your great plenty against those who gave it to you, Like serpents you spit your poison, against those who treated you with fairness” Always taking for yourself, self seeking Now we will take from you, a relic You never learned after all of these centuries We must seize what gives you power and bring you to your knees Seizing the Menorah Will you ever learn? Always taking for yourself That’s why your city must burn
Submitted by Immortal — Jun 22, 2026