Paroles de Das Unbedingte

Watching from a distance The strangeness of their fate Their deaths put my life to shame But we? Do we fell ashamed? Are we ugly with grief? Honour me Savagely A dead youth A sacred fever A chest still swollen with hope Feed these lands with dead men We serve their cult in secret Our hearts are heavy Our sense of sin From a distant impossible past We sing the love of danger Of unconditional loyalty Of blind devotion... "This is not a time for silence"