Der Adler trägt kein Lied - Rome

We paid our dues a thousand fold

Stay behind, cut through the noise

With the loudest voice

And when the eagle said the whole world singing

In the middle of the winter siege

It bled with me

Is this first light as we’re dancing along the tripwires

In search of something final

Something more than the nihil

Is this true north

The ideal of the floating man

Is it truly yours

That hand pushing us to the edge

On this dreary night

Above the fires

On the ledge

And I’ll see you all

I’ll see you after the rains

On our father’s soft plains

Where the Tiere meets the

Der Adler trägt kein Lied

Der Adler trägt kein Lied

Der Adler trägt kein Lied

Is this first light

As we’re dancing along the tripwires

In search of something more final

Something more than the nihil

Something more than the nihil

Something more than the nihil

Something more than the nihil