Rome - On Albion's Plain

A dream is a sorry master
To steady your aim
Just a greedy impostor
That will fix your game
And the truth you have spoken
Twisted by knaves
A trap for fools
On Albion's plain

Watch the things you gave life to
Broken and cursed
And though Europe may die
This death is well-rehearsed
You will plow the lone furrow
Just the same
And build it back up
On Albion's plain

And now they lost it all
In that one pitch-and-toss
And you are never to breathe a word
About your loss
Well they can't force your heart
Can't force your faith
So you might as well hold on
On Albion's plain

You will learn how to hide
Learn how to begin
You will learn how to print
What no censor lets in
For no flag is flown
No fuss is made
And there's no shits given
On Albion's plain

Watch the dreams you gave life to
Broken and cursed
And though Europe may die
It's death is well-rehearsed
All we can do now
Is just wait for the rains
And hope to find new master
On Albion's plain

And hammer your thoughts into unity...
Hammer your thoughts into unity...