Rome - Die Brandstifter lyrics

You sent for me to punish me But I'm not yours to save I never asked for the answer you gave Are you trying to find Something pure, something fragile? Your hopes are stiff with filth I refuse all gifts For yours are scented with envy Go take refuge in the fields Go nurse your longing in darkness Are you hoping to find Something cruel, something sacred Your hopes are stiff with filth Your hopes are stiff with filth You admire the lions - You despise all sheep But following lions - Makes nothing but sheep You are all bending in the wind