| Song | The Orchards |
| Artist | Rome |
| Album | Berlin |
| Rome | |
| the orchards | |
| in the blue dawns of summer | |
| we revoked silence and its claws | |
| on the day they swore not to betray their men | |
| in the blue dawns of summer | |
| black writing on wet walls | |
| lets us float in a stupor of blood | |
| bewegung entsteht durch haltung | |
| so we are left to wander | |
| through hollow ropes of sand | |
| we who came here for gold | |
| we who brought the sword | |
| wine milk and secret wars | |
| into the orchards we slide | |
| a call to worship a blind king reborn | |
| we brought the sword – nothing more | |
| bewegung entsteht durch haltung | |
| es war und es ist | |
| through streets and fields | |
| crowded with lovers | |
| again | |
| in tombs, in forrests | |
| again |
| Rome | |
| the orchards | |
| in the blue dawns of summer | |
| we revoked silence and its claws | |
| on the day they swore not to betray their men | |
| in the blue dawns of summer | |
| black writing on wet walls | |
| lets us float in a stupor of blood | |
| bewegung entsteht durch haltung | |
| so we are left to wander | |
| through hollow ropes of sand | |
| we who came here for gold | |
| we who brought the sword | |
| wine milk and secret wars | |
| into the orchards we slide | |
| a call to worship a blind king reborn | |
| we brought the sword nothing more | |
| bewegung entsteht durch haltung | |
| es war und es ist | |
| through streets and fields | |
| crowded with lovers | |
| again | |
| in tombs, in forrests | |
| again |