Drangsal Schutter
Torch the shelters of young slaves
Mold their ashes into claves and play
Soil white weddings gowns with phlegm as black as coal and promise then
Not to hold your horses
Rusted wires welt the world and circumcise als gilded curls
Please be
Excruciatingly obscene let's make those whippersnappers squeal
Overturn them!
Faint hearts do fear
To fire their rounds all over these scorched grounds
Here it was where my only love roamed for years on end
And here it is where I can never pass by again
Take away from all the poor lost in delusions
Of grandeur
Bathe your body in the mud and flood the gutters with the blood
Of the newborns
Emperors have left their thrones
Hear the screaming an the moans
Of the dregs
Close your eyes and count to five
Pack a rifle or a knife
Let's overturn them!
Faint hearts do fear
To fire their rounds all over these scorched grounds
Here it was where my only love roamed for years on end
And here it is where I can never pass by again
Faint hearts do fear
To fire their rounds all over these scorched grounds
Here it was where my only love roamed for years on end
And here it is where I can never pass by again
