Love Love Love(Equilibrium) - Scorpion Wind

So won't someone pour me another martini to sip while Rome is afire So won't someone pour me another martini and we'll toast the world's funeral pyre

Yesterday, the living mourn the dead. Today, the dead mourn the living. There is no more sleep There is no more truce There is no more respite March on Toward t

Follow the path of the cross To glory or to loss One cross made of iron One is made of wood One leads to forever now And one would if it could Toward the cross