Rome never looks where she treads Always her heavy hooves fall On our stomachs, our hearts or our heads And Rome never heeds when we call Her sentries pass on, that is all And we gather behind them in hordes And plot to reconquer their wall With only our tongues for our swords For we are the little folk, we Too little to love or to hate Leave us alone and you'll see How we can drag down the state Mistletoe killing an oak Rats gnawing cables in two Moths making holes in a cloak How they must love what they do Yes and we little folk too We are as busy as they Working our works out of view Watch and you'll see it some day For we are the little folk, we Too little to love or to hate Leave us alone and you'll see How we can drag down the state Yes, it is true, we are not strong We know of peoples that are Yes and we'll guide them along To smash and destroy you in war We shall be slaves, just the same? Yes, we have always been slaves But you, you will die of the shame And then we shall dance on your graves For we are the little folk, we Too little to love or to hate Leave us alone and you'll see How we can drag down the state We are the worm in the wood We are the rot at the root We are the taint in the blood We are the thorn in the foot © CHRYSALIS MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com