Gentius (Greek: Γένθιος, ruled 181–168 BC) was the last Illyrian king of the Ardiaean State. The name appears to derive from PIE *g'en- "to beget", cognate to Latin gens, gentis "kin, clan, race". He was the son of Pleuratus III, a king who kept relations with Rome very strong. Gentius's principal city was Shkodra, the capital of Ardiaean State at the time.
In 180 BC, during his early reign the Dalmatians and Daorson declared themselves independent from Gentius's rule and the city of Rhizon abandoned him prior to his defeat, receiving immunity from the Romans. He married Etuta, the daughter of the Dardanian King Monunius II.
In 171 BC, Gentius was allied with the Romans against the Macedonians, but in 169 BC he changed sides and allied himself with Perseus of Macedon. The southernmost city of the Ardiaean State of Gentius was Lissus, a situation established since the First Illyrian War. He arrested two Roman legati, accusing them of not coming as emissaries but as spies. Gentius destroyed the cities of Apollonia and Dyrrhachium, which were allied with Rome. In 168 BC, he was defeated at Scodra by a Roman force under L. Anicius Gallus, in only twenty or thirty days, and in 167 brought to Rome as a captive to participate in Gallus's triumph, after which he was interned in Iguvium. The date of his death is unknown. After his defeat, the Romans split the region into three administrative divisions, called meris. The extent of the first meris is not known, while the second was Labeates, and the third was Acruvium, Rhizon, Olcinium and their environs.
Forty days with a heart like a stone
Forty nights feeling cold and alone
Like a stranger cause it’s been so long
It’s not You but it’s me who’s gone
Try to pray bow my head but life gets in the way
And I don’t even know what to say
What I'd give for a change
How long will it be this way
This complacency is wearing on me
All my passions turn to apathy
I can get up and follow you and find my faith from
before
Don't know what I'm waiting for
I have done what I thought I should do
All these years that I spent sitting here
Tell me how did I end up like this
With doubt in my heart and my hand in a fist
This complacency is wearing on me
All my passions turn to apathy
I can get up and follow you and find my faith from
before
Don't know what I'm waiting for
Maybe You shining white or a blood red sun
Maybe some other sign that may never come
Maybe I must believe before I can see
What I’m waiting for
Maybe You shining white or a blood red sun
Maybe some other sign that may never come
Maybe I must believe before I can see
What I’m waiting for