Rome - A Burden of Flowers lyrics

do we reject - do we embrace - do we detest the deceitful nature of battleless victories? in this blank age of protest of form enfolding strength are we guards, henchmen, defenders? defeat, defeat, defeat a time for precision and beauty a time for seperateness from blackness to nothingness from a waste of words to nothing less than? defeat, defeat, defeat the ethos of action the ethos of pain juxtaposed displeasures the ethos of action the ethos of pain this futile life and its treasures nous ne sommes plus capables de sacrifices