Ersturmung des dorfes

Killed on the spot

wrong were the thoughts

Meat and blood brothers

Strange as giving yourself up

for what?

Bullets whispering softly in your ears

No more colours

Handen hoch brings your voice to a halt

Laufen

Walking,  the morning will come

whenever it wants.

◄ Reclining Nude with left arm resting

Stahl ►

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