Das Feuerordal - Rome

Swear never to be gentle

To always be unkind

For love is hard to handle

For love will rob you blind

The burden of saintliness

The temptation to kneel

The mute fear of being caught

In vapours of sin

We who sing of the void

We who burn with love

So strangely plaintive

So strangely complete

In a few drunken hours

In a few hasty words

From our watering mouths

Lose all we came here for

If you were mine

I’d blush a little and die