Schutter - Drangsal

Torch the shelters of young slaves

Mold their ashes into claves and play

Soil white weddings gowns with phlegm as black as coal and promise then

Not to hold your horses

Rusted wires welt the world and circumcise als gilded curls

Please be

Excruciatingly obscene let’s make those whippersnappers squeal

Overturn them!

Faint hearts do fear

To fire their rounds all over these scorched grounds

Here it was where my only love roamed for years on end

And here it is where I can never pass by again

Take away from all the poor lost in delusions

Of grandeur

Bathe your body in the mud and flood the gutters with the blood

Of the newborns

Emperors have left their thrones

Hear the screaming an the moans

Of the dregs

Close your eyes and count to five

Pack a rifle or a knife

Let’s overturn them!

Faint hearts do fear

To fire their rounds all over these scorched grounds

Here it was where my only love roamed for years on end

And here it is where I can never pass by again

Faint hearts do fear

To fire their rounds all over these scorched grounds

Here it was where my only love roamed for years on end

And here it is where I can never pass by again