("a penny for the old guy...")
in the time we were lost and scarred in a moment
tortured by doubt and surrounded by ruins
yours was the pleasure and mine was the praying
the works of our lifetime lay crumbled in dust
and when Rome falls...
falls the world
it was blood that i gave you and blood that You worshipped
blood was your question and blood was your answer
you spit in the fires and eyes of desires
and snatched back the words you kept locked in your head
and when Rome falls
falls the world
and what did you give me?
a rusted bent death's head
a black flag that lies bleeding
a dawn that lies dying
we wandered through the rubbles
in the last breaths of morning
in the empty cathedrals
in a world that has ceased
and when Rome falls
falls the world
then make me feel that the world shall turn
when broken is the faith that kept us alive
and where shall i go?
and if i do shall i stumble?
will anyone catch me when i fall as i must?
and when Rome falls
(c) David Tibet