Wir Moorsoldaten Rome

Oh, wie diese Zeit auf uns lastet
Es heißt still sein
Es heißt warten und im Verbogenen an sich selbst arbeiten

We live on tea and grief
We who brought this cult to light
We who only live for them
And only by their code
We are entombed alive
In these poems
Watch us dance on the beaches
Watch us die in the sun
You think you understand our pain
And that lives full of fatigue
Can sweeten up
You have come to love
Our name
This dancing spray of flame
This tribute to our god
But we are savage children
We are sleepless soldiers
We partners in grief
We have turned to them
As flowers turn to the sun
For they make us disappear
In the darkness of their fire