Rome for Douglas P. Current 93

("A penny for the old guy...")

In the time we were lost
And scarred in a moment
Tortured by doubt
And surrounded by ruins
Yours was the pleasure
And mine was the praying
The works of our lifetime
Lay crumbled in dust

And when Rome falls
Falls the world

It was blood that I gave you
And blood that you worshipped
And blood was your question
And blood was your answer
You spit in the fires
And eyes of desire
And snatched back the words
You kept locked in your head

And when Rome falls
Falls the world