August Spies - Rome

Silent years under the ashen tree

Your face so wet to the touch

The night do pass so pleasantly

When there’s fires to watch

The hail fell thicker with you away

The blood ran thicker too

We were left to bicker

With each and every day

All waiting on you

Mit heissen Herzen sollt ihr hassen

Mit heissen Herzen

Each man has his own way

To mourn the passage of time

And it’s the very fiber of our faith

This fleetingness drenched in wine

So let us live lightly on the land

Let us remain faithful to the earth

With none to obey

None to command

Pagan apostles of what’s called absurd

Our verdict has long been pronounced

So the slower we move

The faster we die

Why remain sitting ducks for the hounds

Who will burn everything in sight

Mit heissen Herzen sollt ihr hassen

Mit heissen Herzen

The silent years unter the ashen tree

Your face so wet to the touch

The nights do pass so pleasently

When there’s fires to watch

The hail fell thicker with you away

The blood ran thicker too

We were left to bicker

With each and every day

All waiting on you

Mit heissen Herzen sollt ihr Hassen

Mit heissen Herzen