Seff vi Britannia
09-10-2007, 09:57 PM
Morituri victis honourem
Returning a Hero, songs and stories,
writing my name in clouded words
and showering me with cryptic praise.
the medals on my chest gleam in the sun,
As my star-dazzled eyes gaze at the dawn,
Respice post te! Hominem te esse memento!
Envy and Jealousy gaurd my rear,
With acceptable practice at my flanks,
But not I would let such victory,
Drive away the needless paranoia.
For no woman could i open my sheets,
A fronte praecipitium a tergo lupi.
Even in the slipstream of such paradise,
Fought for with blood and sweat,
Won in a cloud of steel and blackened ashes.
Even i have left the battle fought,
I cannot prise open my golden breastplate,
Memento mori.
In trust stands a lost ideal,
Save in one place, perhaps, where
it resides in a fleeting moment, when
you place your life in the hands of another.
Nay, it is not the bed, nor the market.
Pro fides instituo in pugna.
Translations: (sorry if they are off slightly)
Morituri victis honourem
We who will die have honour
Respice post te! Hominem te esse memento!
look to your back! remember you are but a man!
A fronte praecipitium a tergo lupi.
(non literal) between a rock and a wolf
Memento mori.
remember you can die
Pro fides instituo in pugna.
It resides in battle.
Returning a Hero, songs and stories,
writing my name in clouded words
and showering me with cryptic praise.
the medals on my chest gleam in the sun,
As my star-dazzled eyes gaze at the dawn,
Respice post te! Hominem te esse memento!
Envy and Jealousy gaurd my rear,
With acceptable practice at my flanks,
But not I would let such victory,
Drive away the needless paranoia.
For no woman could i open my sheets,
A fronte praecipitium a tergo lupi.
Even in the slipstream of such paradise,
Fought for with blood and sweat,
Won in a cloud of steel and blackened ashes.
Even i have left the battle fought,
I cannot prise open my golden breastplate,
Memento mori.
In trust stands a lost ideal,
Save in one place, perhaps, where
it resides in a fleeting moment, when
you place your life in the hands of another.
Nay, it is not the bed, nor the market.
Pro fides instituo in pugna.
Translations: (sorry if they are off slightly)
Morituri victis honourem
We who will die have honour
Respice post te! Hominem te esse memento!
look to your back! remember you are but a man!
A fronte praecipitium a tergo lupi.
(non literal) between a rock and a wolf
Memento mori.
remember you can die
Pro fides instituo in pugna.
It resides in battle.