Mithridates

Verse 1: In Pontus' realm, a king of might, Mithridates VI, with all his right. With Eastern legions by his side, To Rome's conquest, he defied. Chorus: Through landscapes scarred and battlefields aflame, Mithridates, a warrior's name. Against Rome's legions, he stood tall, A defiant king, he would not fall. Verse 2: From Caucasia to Phrygia's plains, His armies clashed with Roman grains. With Scythian aid and Persian might, He waged a war with tireless fight. Bridge: Amidst the chaos, a cunning mind, Mithridates, with strategy defined. From poison's drip to Guerrilla's ruse, He fought with skill, not just with brute. Chorus: Through landscapes scarred and battlefields aflame, Mithridates, a warrior's name. Against Rome's legions, he stood tall, A defiant king, he would not fall. Verse 3: But destiny had its cruel designs, As Romans assembled their lines. In shattered battles, dreams undone, Mithridates' reign, close to the run. Outro: In Bosporus, his final stand, Poisoned by betrayal, from his own hand. Yet through the annals of history's might, Mithridates' valor shines with defiant light.