Little Rebel Mine - Rome

Washing the blood off the pedestals

Drunk with liquor and songs

All icons shattered and none replaced

For we were all fooled and wronged

And serpent’s milk on blackened stone

This sand betrayed

You whets your dagger

On the plunderer’s lips

Now sharpen the blades

Sharpen the nails

Little rebel mine, rebel mine

I hope you will come with me

I hope you will fight

Little rebel mine, rebel mine

I hope you will come with me

I hope you will fight

Now fear spreads over the roofs

And on down the valleys

And what strange birds cruise here

Now that there’s blood on the branches

And serpent’s milk on blackened stone

This sand betrayed

You whets your dagger

On the plunderer’s lips

Now sharpen the blades

Sharpen the nails

Little rebel mine, rebel mine

I hope you will come with me

I hope you will fight

Little rebel mine, rebel mine

I hope you will come with me

I hope you will fight

Little rebel mine, rebel mine

I hope you will come with me

I hope you will fight

Little rebel mine, rebel mine

I hope you will come with me

I hope you will fight