Rome
coriolan
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Will you wash your hands in his heart, will you dwell?
Will you pay yourself with being proud as well?
He has a heart as little apt as yours
but it harbours no complaints, no remorse
Coriolan, Coriolan, Coriolan
Coriolan, Coriolan, Coriolan
Wouldn't flatter you for a love forlorn
for he has no equal in pride, in scorn
And what his breast forges his tongue must vent
For it's hard to walk with your knees bent
- Album:
- A Passage to Rhodesia
- ROME’S CUTTS
- Hate Us and See If We Mind
- Dedication (EP)
- Empire Mixtape Vol.1
- Hell Money
- Rome
- Miscellaneous
- The Hyperion Machine
- Coriolan
- Anthology 2005-2015 (Remastered)
- The Best of Rome
- Masse Mensch Material
- Fester
- Nos chants perdus
- Flowers from Exile
- To Die Among Strangers
- Our Holy Rue/The Merchant Fleet
- Die Æsthetik der Herrschaftsfreiheit
- Die Æsthetik der Herrschaftsfreiheit: Aufbruch / A Cross...