Climb back up on the dead horse
Make it gallop again
Can't afford to lay idle

We'll get rest in the grave
Eyes full of dust
Ears full of noise

We can dance till the sunrise
When the empire is dead


When everything is silent
We can be ourselves


Meet the standards with guts out
Punch myself into sleep
We can stop making plans for

Plans for life and beyond
Eyes full of dust
Ears full of noise

We can dance till the sunrise
When the empire is dead


Have we gone insane?

When everything is silent

We can be ourselves
We're the bright eyed sons
Of the New Rome rising