Das Unbedingte Rome

"This is not a time for silence
This is not a time for silence"

Watching from a distance
The strangeness of their fate
Their deaths put my life to shame
But we? Do we feel 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

Watching from a distance
The strangeness of their fate
Their deaths put my life to shame
Their deaths put my life to shame