Rome - Adamas | Текст песни

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• Adamas

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 you
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 is 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!