Climb back up on the dead horse Make it gallop again Can't afford to lay idle We'll get rest in the grave Eyes full of dust Ears full of noise We can dance till the sunrise When the empire is dead When everything is silent We can be ourselves Meet the standards with guts out Punch myself into sleep We can stop making plans for Plans for life and beyond Eyes full of dust Ears full of noise We can dance till the sunrise When the empire is dead Have we gone insane? When everything is silent We can be ourselves We're the bright eyed sons Of the New Rome rising