You filled the cup,

you warmed the bed.

The heart was still,

the flesh was fed.

I'm grateful, though I didn't say then.

Don't call again.

If all roads lead to Rome

God help us all

when Rome starts to fall.

Mother, mother:

is this what you raised us for?

This? Nothing more?

Does love have any other name

than a wolf's game?

If all roads lead to Rome

God help us all.

All roads lead to Rome:

God help us all

when Rome starts to fall.