Das unbedingte
Rome
Watching from a distance
The strangeness of their fate
Their deaths put my life to shame
But we? Do we fell ashamed?
Are we ugly with grief?
The strangeness of their fate
Their deaths put my life to shame
But we? Do we fell ashamed?
Are we ugly with grief?
Honour me
Savagely
A dead youth
A sacred fever
A chest still swollen with hope
Feed these lands with dead men
We serve their cult in secret
Our hearts are heavy
Our sense of sin
From a distant impossible past
We sing the love of danger
Of unconditional loyalty
Of blind devotion...
"This is not a time for silence"
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