A Pict Song Lyrics

A Pict Song lyrics

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
How 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 someday
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 shall 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!