[Falk]
Jesus Christ I'm coming
Terrestrial home
I'm allowed to guide their train
To visit you in Rome
I am sick of preachers
Telling to be plain
While you got it nice in here
They'd better feel ashamed
[Johann Adam Von Bicken, the bishop]
Oh, ways of gold
Lead us into your blaze of fame
Oh, are you waiting
For what we have brought
You from hell?
[Gabriel]
Glory of Rome, glorious home
Praising the king of the kings
Glory of Rome, glorious home
Reaching for haloes and wings
[Von Bicken]
Heading for the angels
Heading for the feast
Heading for salvation
And the ruin of the beast
Let us fight the outcast
Let us bring 'em fire
Let us lock the center
Of their wicked, mad desire
Oh, ways of gold
Lead us into your blaze of fame
Oh, are you waiting
For what we have brought
You from hell?
[Gabriel]
Glory of Rome, glorious home
Praising the king of the kings
Glory of Rome, glorious home
Reaching for haloes and wings
[Pope Clemens IIX]
Holding in my hand
Seven parts of a seal
To unlock the land
Of illumination I feel
And it's been foretold
After touching the light
We shall lock the world
But now it's our
Time to transcend
The ultimate key in our hand
[Gabriel]
Glory of Rome, glorious home
Praising the king of the kings
Glory of Rome, glorious home
Reaching for haloes and wings
