[verse 1] Though sacrifice and liberty May motivate the brave Those epitaphs once plain to see Soon molder on the grave While cowering within the keep The wicked king lies still A coward's mother does not weep The lion's blood will spill [chorus, in Latin] Tempus semper progreditur Rota pergit volvi Tyranni semper adsurgunt devorare terram [verse 2] Alliances and partnership Will always have their place When trust and gain begin to slip Discarded with all haste Some forthright oaths of honored men With decency survive Those stalwart boasts are silenced when Assassins take their lives [chorus, in Latin] Tempus semper progreditur Rota pergit volvi Imperia oriuntur imperia cadunt
