Der Adler trägt kein Lied Rome

[Spoken]
Agissez de sorte que ce sur quoi vous ne pouvez rien, ne puisse rien sur vous

We paid our dues a thousand fold
Stay behind, cut through the noise
With the loudest voice

And when the eagle set the whole world singing
In the middle of the winter siege
It bled with me

Is this first light
As we're dancing along the tripwires
In search of something final
Something more than denial
Is this true north
The ideal of the floating man
Is it truly yours
That hand pushing us to the edge
On this dreary night
Above the fires
On the ledge

And I'll see you all
I'll see you after the rains
On all-father's soft plains
Where the Tyra meets the Aeeth