When The Pillars Fall 歌词

Let those men who do not fight Feasting at the table of sloth Where they spent their youth There let them pass into old age Weary through indolence Not a glory to their name The slaves of their stomachs Who leave to us sweat and dust Assumed the mask of virtue Acquired a relish for idleness Rotten with unjust pride They pass their days till death For as to all the arts of life For as to all the arts of war Is luxury a fatal vice Destroyer of a shameless state For a tranquil world Situated in the embrace of silence There is no pride in their crowned For above their heads soar men of arms Lifted torches light the pyres This decadence - devastated Si vis pacem para bellum When the pillars collapse and fall The land and sea, the root and branch Of this empire shall be conquered Si vis pacem para bellum When the pillars collapse and fall