Das Unbedingte - Rome

Watching from a distance

The strangeness of their fate

Their deaths put my life to shame

But we?

do we feel ashamed?

Are we ugly with grief?

Honour me

Savagely

A dead youth

A sacred fever

A chest still swollen with hope

Feed these lands with dead men

We serve their cult in secret

Our hearts are heavy

Our sense of sin

From a distant impossible past

We sing the love of danger

Of unconditional loyalty

Of blind devotion?

This is not a time for silence