Rome - Beasts of Prey lyrics

to each dream its fragrance to each life its dread to each angst its pain to each truth its rumour we have lost our cause we have drained this fear with burning gla** with another cheap thrill its trust regained its strife remote so be unkind or be sedated did tomorrow swear not to spare itself nor anyone else? anyone else? to prepare you, to prepare your mind for the part you must play in this great war?