Lift not my head from bloody ground,
Bear not my body home,
For all the earth is Roman earth
And I shall die in Rome.
Bear not my body home,
For all the earth is Roman earth
And I shall die in Rome.
Sail strange seas and plunder strange lands. Do battle on foreign shores for the kings of the east. Forge your legend in iron and blood upon the old east road, in that land the stories call Byzantium. Perhaps you will be a ring-giver, and the sons of your sons will raise a stone in your memory. Perhaps you will fall in the east to a saracen sword, and your name will be lost to time and memory in the shadow of Rome. Perhaps you will live forever in the sagas, bathed in the glory of the old gods and the new.