Triumvirat - Spartacus

 
At fifteen, the music whirled in a time machine,
where Spartacus calls with symphonic gleam.
Keys cascade like ancient rivers’ stream,
echoing rebellion in a wild and fierce dream.
Synth notes rise like morning's first light.
With drums' thunderous roar Rome takes flight.
Heartbeats sync with the rhythm's might.
An empire's fall in the silent night.
Emotions surge in the flickering gleam
as history dances revealing its steam.

In the attic headphones tether the soul
each track pulls deeper making hearts whole.
Warrior’s cries blend with organ's toll.
Rebellious beats form a daring scroll.
A surge of power of a youthful might,
marching armies within do burn so bright.
Melodies clash leaving no sight.
A tale of defiance felt through the night.
Epic chords build a warrior's patrol,
guiding dreams as triumphs unfold.

Sonorous echoes carry across the years
epic battles and hope defies all fears.
Triumvirat's magic in adolescent ears.
The epic of Spartacus draws forth tears.
Synthesizers weave an unbroken thread.
Ancient tales reborn in the teenage head.
A symphonic odyssey where dreams are fed
in the mind’s arena where emotions are led.
With every note, a fantastical quest,
At sixty one, the album lives within the chest.