A Pact of Blood - Rome

But this oath binds us both

Now let us be

Like the solitary rose

Now have us drown

In truth’s garment of sound

And how strange to be here

Atop your floating bridges

Now we shall dive for abalone

You carry peaches and sugar

Still wrapped in the foliage

Of distant shores

A seafarer’s trade

An angry sacrifice made

This flight has now binded

What anger blinded

There is no rest yet

We strip each word bare

With the tenderest of care

And as your mouth longs for tears

My heart still flows toward you

Is it our calling

To live in peace with virtuous friends

Or to sleep inside

The cannon’s mouth?

I know that words of mine

And songs must fail

But this oath binds us both

For we have a pact of blood

With the sun

For we have a pact of blood

With the sun