Rome - The Secret Germany lyrics

How slowly it changed your mirth into moan How slowly estranged you form girth of home You were no friend to your king, you faithful few A few last wolves will have to do O, what care for all of our dreams It's the sweetest memory To have seen you fall to your knees For your Secret Germany How slowly you threw him off your throne How thoroughly sealed the books of Rome The trap was laid to recover what was lost Now holy thy name and holy thy thrust Wer rettet uns den Frieden wenn nicht wir selbst?