Lyrics Kriegsgötter - Rome

Kriegsgötter

This age spits a race of snakes
This age unleashed — The sirens and the bells
And filled our mouths
With a leaden unclean sweetness
We have turned so numb
Can’t muster hate — When we are not one
We find no way to take revenge
When god is such a painful idea
We do not sleep — We guard by betrayal
Like wolves avoiding the pack
When passion flees — Faith must endure
When all is lost — When the bells cool off
Will you be faithful?
— Will all masks come off?
Will our master break — The mould in time?
Unleash the sirens and the bells
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