Songtext von Iron Crosses

Shining sable, silver lined The morning star once rose Razor sharp with cruel design Beneath a blithe repose Scything through a captive heart Asunder torn and bled Assuaging guilt with noble art To keep a culture fed Demonized and evilized Not ever to return Brutal desecration of your idols Now they burn with an iron cross Ancient figurines in stone Contorted, painted black Reared upon a morbid throne With knives thrust in the back Decorated talismans Condemned to faceless graves Dynamite in callous hands An honour that enslaves Sacred rites and crystal nights Shards scattered on the ground Glory in the ashes As the tenements go down with iron crosses