Valeria Messalina

Tanya as Valeria Messalina

Agrippina the Younger: Moko
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Caligula: ArchlordDrrk
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Claudia Octavia: April Tweedy
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Praetorian Guard: Preston aka DirtyPMS
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The historians wrote Valeria Messalina as the woman who played Emperor Claudius for a fool, and competed with the greatest Roman escort and won. But I don't see her as anything more than the victim of a smear campaign. #valeriamessalina

[Verse 1]
Valeria on the hill,
soft sand, sharp stone.
Palatine under heel,
she walked it like a throne.
Curtains drawn, doors half open,
gold on her fingers bright.
Every corridor knew her name,
every mirror took her side.

[Pre-Chorus]
But Rome loved a lie
more than a living queen.
They traded her breath
for a tale obscene.
And the walls kept score,
and the windows heard,
how one good life
can be drowned by a word.

[Chorus]
Messalina, Messalina
the hill still knows your name
Messalina, Messalina
they fed you to the flame
Britannicus, Octavia
my children, stay in my song
Messalina, Messalina
they said you when they were wrong

[Verse 2]
Britannicus had your brow,
Octavia had your eyes.
Two little hands at the table,
two bright sparks in the ice.
You brushed away the bad luck,
you kissed their hair goodnight.
Then post mortem slander
put poison in the light.

[Pre-Chorus]
After the pyre,
after the final turn,
they made you a mask
for the whole world to burn.
And your children, too,
were left in the wake,
small crowns slipping
through a broken gate.

[Chorus]
Messalina, Messalina
the hill still knows your name
Messalina, Messalina
they fed you to the flame
Britannicus, Octavia
my children, stay in my song
Messalina, Messalina
they said you when they were wrong

[Bridge]
Not all graves are earth,
some are carved in tongue.
Some queens die twice
when the rumor’s sung.
Britannicus, Britannicus
the wolves came close and near
Octavia, Octavia
the palace swallowed tears

[Final Chorus]
Messalina, Messalina
the hill still knows your name
Messalina, Messalina
they fed you to the flame
Britannicus, Octavia
my children, stay in my song
Messalina, Messalina
and history sang you wrong