歌詞

Flesh from bone the body will not drink more blood

More anger suddenly it will kill someone

The fight is lost snow and blood so again and again

The trail is soaked step and step runs the crowd

Waves of will that I was not given a role

Here are the guests as from blood the sword in the hands sings

More will the body slowly rises

Chance played out scream and howl so again and again

And I am called enemy and enemy but then the fight

It's a pity that the body is no longer with the soul

I have not felt pale fingers for a long time

Death is coming and I am no longer allowed to live

And it's a pity that I am not given to see the rays of victory

A flag with three tails in the wind

Will I really not die today?

How beautifully the wind raised three tails

In the end he raised my lips so

Passions are torn into the heart that should not

Only the wind remembers all the dreams forgotten again

Each flag brings strength to live a little longer

And it is so often necessary to mix blood with water