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Kriegsgötter - Rome
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Kriegsgötter Rome

Kriegsgötter - Rome
This age spat a race of snakes
This age unleashed - The sirens and the bells
And filled our mouths
With a leaden unclean sweetness
We have turned so numb
Can't muster hate - When we are not one
We find no way to take revenge
When God is such a painful idea

We do not sleep - We guard by betrayal
Like wolves avoiding the pack
When passion flees - Faith must endure
When all is lost - When the bells cool off
Will you be faithful? - Will all masks come off?
Will our master break - The mould in time?
Unleash the sirens and the bells

Masse - Mensch - Material

You will find that
It''s so corrupted
People and things alike
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