Alchemisland

Dacians north of the Danube

Art deserving, decorating Constantine’s Arch

Marble marvels

Patience of a manacle

In the dense jungle, hearing Pan’s pipes

Anarchy’s flageolet anthem of flagness nation

Daos, the Phrygian wolf God

Came from sun-blessed Persepolis

West toward endurance and further hardiness

Freezing frigid Fangorns fringes frostfingered, only madmen linger long

Scornful Romans seek the false king Vercingetorix

Ever on the wing this fugitive falconet.

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Concourse of strength, amongst them many potential champions

Representing tribes the Danube’s length muscular plenipotentiaries

Arms which alone hoisted henge capstones into grinding place

Born to the wolf’s brood

With wolf’s blood, rufous flaxen fulvous fox-faced

Vulpine smiles valley’s best, a test set

Lift the heaviest stone, put wind beneath it.

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Shoulda seen me age of Rome

On a Brutus going beastmode

I bring these pagans back to the stone age, page how I hold the sword

Filling my mad axe with Roman gore, I piss on the Roman glory

I pluck that eagle bald, I make other legions like the lost legion

This’ll be the last legion featured

Cleave off your features, reveal a creature beneath

We up against the best of Caesar goin’ sizzler beastin’

Beast triple sixing championing sickness

Thickness of my wrist repel a Roman fist

Twist like a willow, make a Roman miss

Romans soldiers told to wait until a cheek is kissed

Burn a Pope’s body, make a Roman mist

Roaming smoke with a Roman aroma

Lord of the Teutoburg, Roman bloods wet and whet my sword

I call them forward, laughing, I am Rome’s exhorder

Column’s order exhausted in the tall trees

Wind in leaves screams, they cannot dispense commands

One strikes at me, I duck and, coming up, dispense with his hands

Driving Romans out of this land, my band of glad killers 

We live on eels with eels on the fen, fleet of foot

Our hard island spines will not pillow a Roman boot

We will push and push and push, grease the mud to mush with blood

We are the woods and the fields in repulsion, pushing pushing

We’re pushing floating Roman galleons back to the Italian ocean

Join us! A great commotion went up, all the tribes of jungle Europe

In woad stripes, wearing ring-banded dreadlocks and mohawks

Spikes like Sláine, bear paws with claws on worn, get a Roman torn

Nothing landed clean despite the melee’s violence, one came near

Gladius swiped shy of my ear, I cleaved him cleanly

Crotals depending from my belt, music without lyrics

Legions pelted with stones like fought the sinless

At the bridge, Horatio’s courage at its limit

Dying, final rest, realizing empire’s limitation

Over your seizing body uttering a vile incantation

Dying in a foreign nation, under the foot of Dacian

Boar leather baldric band my chest, after Rome without rest

Drive them back to mother river, for omens examine the liver

Riven from bark, all bite, these fierce tribes, fighting naked

Banners emblazoned with animal-faced Gods, amazing throbbing.