Adamas - Rome

Prepare yourself for prayer and parades

There’s a master for you to meet

You’ll drop all flowers, robes and grenades

All books and daggers at his feet

He’ll send the guards to buy paper and figs

And you’ll send your women away

You’ll slip off your shoes and surrender your dress

You never seem to mind the rain

And you who deal in words,

Can’t have much faith in them

Now that the killers are still around

And you cry out in a fright

And clutch to anyone who might

Help you now

You’ll go moan for home

You’ll weep a dead eye’s weep

You’ll go east if you dare

All that ends ends there

And your hopes have faded little by little

Until you forgot what they were

And you who deal in tears,

Won’t have much use for them

Not in this certain monarchy

And the spies are sneaking about

And you wonder is that god out

To help you now?

But he is gone

Who’s gonna break your fall?

He is gone

It makes no sense at all

If he is gone

But he is gone

Who’s gonna hear your call?

Why go on at all if he’s gone?

But he is gone

It makes no sense at all

He is gone

It makes no sense at all

If he is gone

You see, your masters might fail

All hail the European night!

You see, your masters might fail

All hail the European night!