so close
blood on my hands
if the gods exist
they should help
once
a child
as pure as snow
my virginity
would never die
then reality blows in
from the south
and splits my heart
my heart
holds hope for
the goodness of man
know that goodness is born
from a man
for my ship
in port
let the wind turn
let me escape
choose
man against man
life against life
a world at war
no fear
lives in me
but I refuse
die
for the lies
I refuse
kill when you force me
if I refuse
you can
never

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN