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Trooping his colour.
I crossed the world on dust roads.
Troops marching on.
Until the end of time!
1000 hearts.
Theres no retreat between the ruins.
We embattle the last line!
In front of Defeat and Misery.
Das Stärkste auf der Welt ist doch die Liebe.
Vor ihr verneigen sich die Batailone in Ehrfurcht und Demut!
Until this world collides.
Until the end of time my love.
Solang die noch Hoffnung keimt und Rückzug möglich scheint...
We inflame the wastelands.
Were trooping death on and one.
Im linging for you... somewhere across the hills.
In god we trust!
The marching troops on dust roads.
We embattle the last line and await the grace of god.
Theres no retreat betwen the ruins.
Were trooping death!
On and On!
Until this world collides.
Until im dead and gone.
Until were overcome my love.
Such ich den weg zu dir, such ich zurück zu dir...
Erst wenn die Welt zerbricht, erst wenn kein Rückzug mehr.
Verlier ich den Weg zu dir!