Rome - To Each His Storm lyrics

This is too close, far too close You just might Be blinded by this crown's golden light You just might Be putting yourself in the flame Which can only burn in shame Our lawless life Just seems so compelling Because you too could Ennoble yourself Through rebelling But what good are they Ideals soaked in blood What good are they Buried in the mud To each his ground On which to flourish To each his storm in which to perish But now that we've shed our clothes And shared our oaths There's no way back for you Don't kid yourself We'd rather be mad than delighted You'd rather be entertained Than enlightened There's no way back to you To each his ground On which to flourish To each his storm in which to perish To each his ground To each his ground To each his ground On which to flourish To each his storm in which to perish To each his ground To each his ground This is too close, far too close You just might Be blinded by this crown's golden light You just might Be putting yourself in the flame Die Keller versiegelt Die Bücher eingestampft Die Bibliotheken verriegelt Die Schriften verbrannt Die Zeitungen geschwärzt Die Portraits gewechselt Die Vorstellungen gestört Die Theater geschlossen Die Filme zerstört Die Spiegel erblindet