The Song of Maria - Amazon Heroine of Roma

I

Sing O Muse of how

In days of old,

When Roma didst allow

Men to own warriors, when men wert told

To be men, of how they didst war without

Ceasing, In this age they ne’er didst fold

Before any foe,

Into this age Maria came hither,

Crimson was her helm,

Sharp her blade that didst hew her

Foes one and all, many wert those she didst o’erwhelm,

Born in faraway lands w…