Paroles de Blossom

I'm burying my hands Under white stones in Rome I watch the roofs burning While my heart explodes The Kings and the Peacocks The Slaughter, the Fall The Night of the Locust Brings flames to the Throne! We're all marching in line We keep on marching, marching in line I'm burying my eyes In the fields of Rome For the glory of Nero For the glory of nothing I'll be part of the Murder I'll be part of the Dance For the slaves all around me Keep on marching in line! We're all marching in line We keep on marching, marching in line