Текст песни Rome - August spies

Silent years under the ashen tree Your face so wet to the touch The nights 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
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