There's a famous one in France. There's a famous one in Rome. There's a famous one if by chance, you pass the burger place by your home. What structure am I referring to?

I stand outside in the cold, hands and feet bound, It's dark, but soon the Sun will rise, a cue for a jarring sound, Five men stand before me, rifles in hand, aimed at their target in orange attire, As soon as Day begins, the commander will shout! Ready! Aim! ----!

Born of two, yet neither alone, stronger together than either known. I stand in statues, warm and bold, not quite silver, not quite gold.

Generals gathered in their masses Just like witches at black masses Evil minds that plot destruction Sorcerer of death's construction

Standing tall through wind and rain, a silent keeper of time's old chain. Unmoved by whispers of the past, a steadfast figure always steadfast.