作词 : Vorph, Xy | |
Wake up! They try to steal the man in your headmake you kneel in front of icons | |
They took the place which wasn't theirsenslave you with a power they don't havedon't need to be guidedtheir lambs become ramstell them the universe hides inside us all | |
Ein Volk, ein | |
Reich, ein | |
Führer...is it what you gotor is it what they madeholy war for holy foolsblessed are those who break the rules | |
Men drink the scum of rageat the lips of warrior priestswhat happened, happened againas no one gets; you cannot winif someone lost | |
Streams of blood drown soldiers' hatebut mothers' tears call sons' revenge | |
Stay away from the sectarian and gregariousif you want to keep the precious gift we sharebe right to yourself, be your own judgeand know, non-resolved thingsgenerate themselves over and over... |
zuo ci : Vorph, Xy | |
Wake up! They try to steal the man in your headmake you kneel in front of icons | |
They took the place which wasn' t theirsenslave you with a power they don' t havedon' t need to be guidedtheir lambs become ramstell them the universe hides inside us all | |
Ein Volk, ein | |
Reich, ein | |
Fü hrer... is it what you gotor is it what they madeholy war for holy foolsblessed are those who break the rules | |
Men drink the scum of rageat the lips of warrior priestswhat happened, happened againas no one gets you cannot winif someone lost | |
Streams of blood drown soldiers' hatebut mothers' tears call sons' revenge | |
Stay away from the sectarian and gregariousif you want to keep the precious gift we sharebe right to yourself, be your own judgeand know, nonresolved thingsgenerate themselves over and over... |
zuò cí : Vorph, Xy | |
Wake up! They try to steal the man in your headmake you kneel in front of icons | |
They took the place which wasn' t theirsenslave you with a power they don' t havedon' t need to be guidedtheir lambs become ramstell them the universe hides inside us all | |
Ein Volk, ein | |
Reich, ein | |
Fü hrer... is it what you gotor is it what they madeholy war for holy foolsblessed are those who break the rules | |
Men drink the scum of rageat the lips of warrior priestswhat happened, happened againas no one gets you cannot winif someone lost | |
Streams of blood drown soldiers' hatebut mothers' tears call sons' revenge | |
Stay away from the sectarian and gregariousif you want to keep the precious gift we sharebe right to yourself, be your own judgeand know, nonresolved thingsgenerate themselves over and over... |