To Each His Storm
Rome Lyrics


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This is too close, far too close
You just might
Be blinded by this crown's golden light
You just might
Be putting yourself in the flame
Which can only burn in shame

Our lawless life
Just seems so compelling
Because you too could
Ennoble yourself
Through rebelling
But what good are they
Ideals soaked in blood
What good are they
Buried in the mud

To each his ground
On which to flourish
To each his storm in which to perish
But now that we've shed our clothes
And shared our oaths
There's no way back for you
Don't kid yourself
We'd rather be mad than delighted
You'd rather be entertained
Than enlightened
There's no way back to you

To each his ground
On which to flourish
To each his storm in which to perish
To each his ground
To each his ground

To each his ground
On which to flourish
To each his storm in which to perish
To each his ground
To each his ground

This is too close, far too close
You just might
Be blinded by this crown's golden light
You just might
Be putting yourself in the flame

Die Keller versiegelt
Die Bücher eingestampft
Die Bibliotheken verriegelt
Die Schriften verbrannt
Die Zeitungen geschwärzt
Die Portraits gewechselt
Die Vorstellungen gestört
Die Theater geschlossen




Die Filme zerstört
Die Spiegel erblindet

Overall Meaning

In "To Each His Storm," Rome explores the allure of rebellion and the danger of following that path. The first verse warns that getting too close to the crown's golden light can be blinding and may lead to shame. The following lines suggest that the lawless life of rebellion is appealing because it can ennoble oneself, but at what cost? Ideals soaked in blood and buried in mud serve no good purpose. The chorus brings forth the idea that each person has their own ground on which they can flourish, but in rebellion, that ground can easily become a storm in which they will ultimately perish.


The second verse begins with a picture of a dystopian society where the government controls the media and the arts. It speaks of "The Cellar Sealed, The Books Stamped, The Libraries Locked," and finally, "The Films Destroyed, The Mirrors Blinded." The lyrics paint a bleak picture of a world where creativity and freedom of expression are suppressed. The final chorus reiterates that each person has their own ground on which they can either flourish or perish, and there is no going back once you've committed yourself to a certain path.


Overall, the song warns against blind rebellion and asks the listener to consider the consequences of their actions. It presents the idea that each person has the power to choose their own path, but that choice comes with responsibility.


Line by Line Meaning

This is too close, far too close
We are dangerously close to a deceptive lifestyle


You just might Be blinded by this crown's golden light
You may be blinded by the glamour of the lifestyle we lead


You just might Be putting yourself in the flame Which can only burn in shame
You may be putting yourself in a dangerous situation that will only end in disgrace


Our lawless life Just seems so compelling
Our reckless way of life appears attractive and alluring


Because you too could Ennoble yourself Through rebelling
You could elevate yourself through defying authority


But what good are they Ideals soaked in blood
What worth do violent ideals truly hold?


What good are they Buried in the mud
What value is there in ideals forgotten in history?


To each his ground On which to flourish
Everyone has their own place to thrive


To each his storm in which to perish
Everyone has their own path to destruction


But now that we've shed our clothes And shared our oaths
Now that we've let our guards down and become vulnerable to each other


There's no way back for you Don't kid yourself
You cannot return to your former self, do not deceive yourself


We'd rather be mad than delighted
We would rather be insane than content


You'd rather be entertained Than enlightened
You would rather be amused than informed


To each his ground On which to flourish
Everyone has their own place to thrive


To each his storm in which to perish
Everyone has their own path to destruction


Die Keller versiegelt Die Bücher eingestampft Die Bibliotheken verriegelt Die Schriften verbrannt Die Zeitungen geschwärzt Die Portraits gewechselt Die Vorstellungen gestört Die Theater geschlossen Die Filme zerstört Die Spiegel erblindet
The basements are sealed, the books are stamped, the libraries are locked, the writings are burned, the newspapers are blacked out, the portraits are swapped, the performances are interrupted, the theaters are closed, the films are destroyed, the mirrors are blinded




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Rudi Van de Reep

This is too close, far too close
You just might
Be blinded by this crown's golden light
You just might
Be putting yourself in the flame
Which can only burn in shame

Our lawless life
Just seems so compelling
Because you too could
Ennoble yourself
Through rebelling
But what good are they
Ideals soaked in blood
What good are they
Buried in the mud

To each his ground
On which to flourish
To each his storm in which to perish
But now that we've shed our clothes
And shared our oaths
There's no way back for you
Don't kid yourself
We'd rather be mad than delighted
You'd rather be entertained
Than enlightened
There's no way back to you

To each his ground
On which to flourish
To each his storm in which to perish
To each his ground
To each his ground

To each his ground
On which to flourish
To each his storm in which to perish
To each his ground
To each his ground

This is too close, far too close
You just might
Be blinded by this crown's golden light
You just might
Be putting yourself in the flame

Die Keller versiegelt
Die Bücher eingestampft
Die Bibliotheken verriegelt
Die Schriften verbrannt
Die Zeitungen geschwärzt
Die Portraits gewechselt
Die Vorstellungen gestört
Die Theater geschlossen
Die Filme zerstört
Die Spiegel erblindet

Ümran Alikılıç

'Which can only burn in shame."

Yuulif Gresd

"Please," she said, "you're so beautiful. You may eat me if you like. I'd sooner be eaten by you than fed by anyone else.”

slatan420

whispers
Sie kommen...

Jose Alberto Fernandez

Sad song

Blueunknown

such is life

Antuan

They are all sad

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