Crossing the Rubicon

He is crossing the Rubicon Hundred years before our lord, from the cradle to the sword A sign of what’s to come, of what can be undone On to conquest tempting fate, in the footsteps of the great A consul on the move, he’s building bridges and his Enemies enter the field Knowing their fate has been sealed Africa, Italy, Spain and Gaul will kneel He is crossing the Rubicon Heading home to where he belong Born to rule it alone, the glory of Rome He is crossing the Rubicon Over the river at last, the die has been cast Fortune does favour the brave, from the Senate to the grave This man would seek it all, this man would heed the call The republics doom and fall, he’s the man who caused it all Dictator on the move, he’s burning bridges as his Grip of the power of Rome Secured as he heads for the throne The 15th of March the knives would cut to the bone