A Pict Song Lyrics - Singles - Discount

Rome never looks where she treads 

Always her heavy hooves fall 

On our stomachs, our hearts and our heads 

And Rome never hears when we bawl 

Her sentries pass on that is all 

And we gather behind them in hordes 

And plot to reconquer the 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 

That we can bring 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 

No indeed! We are not strong 

But 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 will dance on your graves 

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!