Rome - Toll in the Great Death lyrics
[Rome - Toll in the Great Death lyrics]
Oh it's you who've known
That the mercy shown was granted alone
To hide a heart of stone
And it's you who take the easy way out
Leave us to pray and shout
At some god long run out
Of our hearts and tongues
To kneel and to bow
Before some old crown with no actual power
Oh, your throne long since overthrown
That crumbling old shrine
To a dream long defiled
And it's you who still mean to be
This enlightenment being of a wisdom unseen
And we'll hold a dream
Though the dream may be old
And since bought and sold
With traitor's gold
And it's you with flowers and bread
And a spike for your head
In ways so wondrous
Welcomed in the plunderous
With debts and bayonets with flags still wet
With the tears and the sweat
But, it's you who will likely give none
When all shall give some
And some will give all just a blind youth
With everything to lose
But that strange hunger for knife and noose
And it's you who when given the chance
Will break the tablets at last
And away with what's ours
While you hold a dream
Though the dream may be old
And since bought and sold
With traitor's gold
Toll in the great death
Toll in the great death
Toll in the great death
Toll in the great death
Toll in the great death
Toll in the great death
Toll in the great death
That the mercy shown was granted alone
To hide a heart of stone
And it's you who take the easy way out
Leave us to pray and shout
At some god long run out
Of our hearts and tongues
To kneel and to bow
Before some old crown with no actual power
Oh, your throne long since overthrown
That crumbling old shrine
To a dream long defiled
And it's you who still mean to be
This enlightenment being of a wisdom unseen
And we'll hold a dream
Though the dream may be old
And since bought and sold
With traitor's gold
And it's you with flowers and bread
And a spike for your head
In ways so wondrous
Welcomed in the plunderous
With debts and bayonets with flags still wet
With the tears and the sweat
But, it's you who will likely give none
When all shall give some
And some will give all just a blind youth
With everything to lose
But that strange hunger for knife and noose
And it's you who when given the chance
Will break the tablets at last
And away with what's ours
While you hold a dream
Though the dream may be old
And since bought and sold
With traitor's gold
Toll in the great death
Toll in the great death
Toll in the great death
Toll in the great death
Toll in the great death
Toll in the great death
Toll in the great death