Families Of Eden Rome

I grew up in a world
That smelled of the sea
I was a plunderer then
In grave gowns, in small jealousies
I found subservience
And the cold came with it
And it kept its menace secret

Priests and police
There´s not much hope
In their kind of tomorrow
And what´s left of yours
You must tie to your dream
Our hope, it travels in a song

Man hat uns ins Feuer gebracht
Warum hast du uns verlassen?

And we roam about like thirsty winds
Like some boisterous race
And pass scrapbook bonfires
Some things always survive the flames
And we are not afraid of ruins
For we will inherit the earth
And we carry the new world within us