The Orchards - Rome

In the blue dawns of summer

We revoked silence and its claws

On the day they swore not to betray their men

In the blue dawns of summer

Black writing on wet walls

Lets us float in a stupor of blood

Bewegung entsteht durch haltung

So we are left to wander

Through hollow ropes of sand

We who came here for gold

We who brought the sword

Wine milk and secret wars

Into the orchards we slide

A call to worship a blind king reborn

We brought the sword — nothing more

Bewegung entsteht durch haltung

Es war und es ist

Through streets and fields

Crowded with lovers

Again

In tombs, in forrests

Again