Wilde Lager
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Rome

wilde lager

we're clubbing traitors in green summer fields
reality is changing colour
all the nation's sad sweetness
is flowing from their eyes
and kneaded into time

the sun in our eyes and the rain on our boots
as black as our gift to the world
in this warm bath of black blood
we would give our skin for a beautiful drum

we're chasing traitors through green summer fields
all the way back across the waters
and we would do just about anything
just to translate this void into substance

wanting to daub time over
with thick colours
in this sultry heat
this stifling fever heat
we are tender young gods

love and despair locked in an embrace
two wilted flowers black and green
love and despair locked in an embrace
truth changed its smell as it aged




in the sweat of the august days
in the summer of surrender

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Rome's song "Wilde Lager" paint a vivid and potent picture of a group of people embroiled in conflict, perhaps in a war or uprising of some sort. The imagery of "clubbing traitors in green summer fields" and "chasing traitors through green summer fields" ties into the theme of betrayal and disloyalty among fellow countrymen. The phrase "reality is changing color" speaks to the destabilizing effect of warfare, where moral absolutes become blurred and uncertain. The line "all the nation's sad sweetness is flowing from their eyes" captures the melancholy that accompanies violence and loss, along with a sense of displacement and disorientation.


The chorus is a striking evocation of the group's determination and sense of purpose, even in the midst of chaos and confusion. The idea of giving their skin for a beautiful drum conveys a fierce devotion to their cause, while the image of a warm bath of black blood suggests the transformative power of violence and sacrifice. The final lines of the chorus, "just to translate this void into substance," speak to the group's desire to imbue their struggle with meaning and significance, to transform a seemingly meaningless conflict into something that will be remembered and celebrated.


Overall, "Wilde Lager" is a powerful and evocative exploration of the human cost of conflict, and the blurry lines between loyalty and betrayal in a time of war. The poetic and metaphorical imagery used throughout the song adds to its emotional resonance and lasting impact.


Line by Line Meaning

we're clubbing traitors in green summer fields
We are punishing traitors in open fields during summer


reality is changing colour
The reality is shifting and transforming


all the nation's sad sweetness
The country's sorrowful tenderness


is flowing from their eyes
It is visible in their tears


and kneaded into time
And it is embedded into history


the sun in our eyes and the rain on our boots
We face the elements, the harsh sun and rain


as black as our gift to the world
Our gift to the world is as dark as the night


in this warm bath of black blood
We are immersed in a warm pool of black liquid


we would give our skin for a beautiful drum
We would sacrifice anything for the sake of music


we're chasing traitors through green summer fields
We are hunting down traitors in bright fields in summer


all the way back across the waters
Across distant waters we go


and we would do just about anything
We are determined and willing to go to extreme lengths


just to translate this void into substance
To give meaning to this emptiness


wanting to daub time over
Desire to cover time


with thick colours
With dense paints


in this sultry heat
In the hot, humid weather


this stifling fever heat
This oppressive, intense temperature


we are tender young gods
We are youthful and invincible


love and despair locked in an embrace
Passion and hopelessness intermingled


two wilted flowers black and green
Two fading symbols, one dark and one bright


truth changed its smell as it aged
As time passed, the truth evolved


in the sweat of the august days
In the hot, sticky days of August


in the summer of surrender
In the season of giving up




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Rome

Wilde lager

We're clubbing traitors in green summer fields
Reality is changing colour
All the nation's sad sweetness
Is flowing from their eyes
And kneaded into time

The sun in our eyes and the rain on our boots
As black as our gift to the world
In this warm bath of black blood
We would give our skin for a beautiful drum

We're chasing traitors through green summer fields
All the way back across the waters
And we would do just about anything
Just to translate this void into substance

Wanting to daub time over
With thick colours
In this sultry heat
This stifling fever heat
We are tender young gods

Love and despair locked in an embrace
Two wilted flowers black and green
Love and despair locked in an embrace
Truth changed its smell as it aged
In the sweat of the august days
In the summer of surrender

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