Der Brandtaucher - Rome

Everything within me turns rapist

Everything turns saint

The spit and the blood

And your longing for god

Have lost all meaning now

And i offered myself to the night

In a spray of blossoms red and white

And i took my seat among the depraved

Like a choir boy

Like a returning faith

A race of demons

A race of thieves

Is asking for shelter

Is waiting for me

For we love to betray

In bursts of grief and laughter

For we servants must answer

The call of the blood today

Does that make you sufficient unto yourself?