Rome - In Cruel Fire lyrics

What cruel fire, what land forlorn
Will raise it's plaint in time?
What black spring blooms in your eyes?
Whose blood will taint this land of mine?
And he who makes bread ought to eat
And he who fights ought to rest
And though it is truth we seek
It just won't do to serve with the best

Now make your pact with time
And the worlds you are stealing
For you will only find me
In what I'm leaving and we'll all be drowned
Just wait and see in the hollow sound
Of marching feet

And the blood bleeds black
The blood runs red
You made all that is yours
But they are here to offend your housings
Your silent tents
And to teach all eyes to close

But, you sold your spades
On the mournful autumn train a lifetime ago
And you give the fruit of your flight
For a loaf of light for you don't know

How to make your pact with time
And the worlds you are stealing
For you will only find me
In what I'm leaving and we'll all be drowned
Just wait and see in the hollow sound
Of marching feet make your pact with time

And the worlds you are stealing
For you will only find me
In what I'm leaving and we'll all be drowned
Just wait and see in the hollow sound
Of marching feet and we'll all be drowned
Just wait and see in the hollow sound
Of marching feet