Families of Eden - Rome

I grew up in a world

That smelled of the sea

I was a plunderer then

In grave gowns, in small jealousies

I found subservience

And the cold came with it

And it kept its menace secret

Priests and police

There´s not much hope

In their kind of tomorrow

And what´s left of yours

You must tie to your dream

Our hope, it travels in a song

Man hat uns ins Feuer gebracht

Warum hast du uns verlassen?

And we roam about like thirsty winds

Like some boisterous race

And pass scrapbook bonfires

Some things always survive the flames

And we are not afraid of ruins

For we will inherit the earth

And we carry the new world within us

No matter how invincible

You deem yourselves

You will break

Just like the twigs you worship

Tied into bundles with the master´s ax

Man hat uns ins Feuer gebracht

Aber von deiner Heiligen Schrift

Wollte niemand ablassen

I grew up in a world

That smelled of the sea

I had many brothers then

Now I have all of europe

Come now, come

Through the thickening fire

Into the violent night