Slaver - Rome

To the howling wastes without — to me

To my blackened kingdom of mud — to me

O, I walk the red cinderland to come home finally — to me

At least I shall not rise, O, above this grief

How else to wonder and to surprise, O, the child in me?

And you know I, I should have let you go when the going got cruel

For love is the goal and hate is the rule

I should have let you know that I am a slaver now

To the howling wastes without — to me

To my blackened kingdom of mud — to me

O, I walk the red cinderland to come home finally — to me

At least I shall not rise, O, above this grief

How else to wonder and to surprise, O, the child in me?

And you know I, I should have let you go when the going got cruel

For love is the goal and hate is the rule

I should have let you know that I am a slaver now

And I don’t mind

I’m a slaver now and I don’t mind at all

I should have told you so