Les Îles Noires Rome

The wars are moving north
To our isles of green
Through countries washed out
By storms of steel
But they shall not pass - we shall not yield
For freedom is a love not proved
In the letting go

For all they ever allow us to be
Is an alibi, a breath mint for greed
Thus we live gravely, thus we die slowly
Thus we hide in self-control

We who came out here
To give an empire to this loneliness
That surrounds and enslaves
Defines and degrades us
Say we're mad with hope, say it's all but smoke
Say we're all gonna perish in the snows

Take this vow with me
To stay close, to be near
To be oh so sincere
Take this vow with me
For you must know
There's nothing left around here