SPQR (The Rome Objective)

[Verse 1] Started down in Africa, the micro was a mess Ethiopian mountains putting my army to the test Moving up to Europe, trying to play it smart But invading through the Alps just breaks my little heart I pushed into Athens, they pushed me right back Had to call the Germans in to save my crumbling flank [Pre-Chorus] But I’ve been reading history, I’ve got a grand design A massive focus tree that's gonna make the ocean mine I'm building up the navy, I'm fixing the supply Watch the Regia Marina making all the British cry! [Chorus] Oh, we’re bringing back the legions, we're painting the map red! Waking up the emperors from the ancient dead From the deserts of Sahara to the chilly River Rhine We’re clicking Form the Empire, and the borders look divine! No more switching sides, no more waiting in the dark We're marching into Paris with the letters S-P-Q-R! [Verse 2] The Allies are distracted, the Axis looking weak I’m justifying war goals while they play hide and seek Hitler’s in the winter snow, stuck outside of Kyyiv So I send my tanks to Munich, making him believe That the student is the master, the Mediterranean's locked And every single port from here to Istanbul is blocked [Bridge] We don't need the panzers, we don't need the blitz We just need some garlic and a glorious eclipse The pasta jokes are over, the modern Caesar speaks We’ve conquered all the Gauls and we subjugated Greeks! Mare Nostrum! The sea is finally ours! We're reaching for the glory, we are reaching for the stars! [Guitar Solo - Virtuosic and triumphant, ending with a brass fanfare] [Chorus] Oh, we’re bringing back the legions, we're painting the map red! Waking up the emperors from the ancient dead From the deserts of Sahara to the chilly River Rhine We’re clicking Form the Empire, and the borders look divine! No more switching sides, no more waiting in the dark We're marching into Paris with the letters S-P-Q-R! [Outro] Click the decision. The map changes color. Hail Caesar. (Fade out with the strumming of an acoustic mandolin and the heavy march of legionary boots)