To Each His Storm - Rome

This is too close, far too close

You just might

Be blinded by this crown’s golden light

You just might

Be putting yourself in the flame

Which can only burn in shame

Our lawless life

Just seems so compelling

Because you too could

Ennoble yourself

Through rebelling

But what good are they

Ideals soaked in blood

What good are they

Buried in the mud

To each his ground

On which to flourish

To each his storm in which to perish

But now that we’ve shed our clothes

And shared our oaths

There’s no way back for you

Don’t kid yourself

We’d rather be mad than delighted

You’d rather be entertained

Than enlightened

There’s no way back to you

To each his ground

On which to flourish

To each his storm in which to perish

To each his ground

To each his ground

To each his ground

On which to flourish

To each his storm in which to perish

To each his ground

To each his ground

This is too close, far too close

You just might

Be blinded by this crown’s golden light

You just might

Be putting yourself in the flame

Die Keller versiegelt

Die Bücher eingestampft

Die Bibliotheken verriegelt

Die Schriften verbrannt

Die Zeitungen geschwärzt

Die Portraits gewechselt

Die Vorstellungen gestört

Die Theater geschlossen

Die Filme zerstört

Die Spiegel erblindet