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