Текст песни Our Holy Rue (10" version) - Rome

You've poisoned the wells and our holy rue
And when you called your lust ideal
You poisoned language too
We, the great longers, banished from all truth
Are sickened by you, you foaming fools
And your malicious lust to rule
So you return to your scheming and to your prayer books
And the songs of martyrs you sing
Repelled by this little death's fearful looks
And by the privolous words of spring
We owe you nothing
For we know how to meet our demise
A sacred knowledge that we tend to disguise
And like a beast of prey whose leap has failed
We will return angrier still
Like a beast of prey whose leap has failed
We will return angrier still
To silence all seas is what we chose
For all things pure teach hope
To silence all seas is what we chose
For al things pure teach hope
Friede dem Lager, Krieg dem Wall
Keiner oder alle, wir sind überall
Friede dem Lager, Krieg dem Wall
Keiner oder alle, wir sind überall