Oh it´s not over where the blood
Still runs over the castle´s brigde
To cross the distance over water
By vains which are overflowing
On every centimeter arable ground
Let poor desperate people
Fight in each others arms
To find some warmth in their hugs
Of inevitable sorrow
Where death has overcome
The raindrops are falling out
Of the dark threathing sky
Clouds are the king of the air
Creating a devasting world
Far far away
Where blood is turning
Into devilish rivers
Melted frames of small splittings
Controlled by armed crossroads
Busted in arms of law
Throw out every barricade
Give the sign of SOS
To send a message to the sun
From disolving brothers in arm
Created by liquid of the cloud
Where maybe one day
Peace will stay for eternity
In lifes of weakend souls
Exhausted from the wrecking combat
Where dreams stay alive, in vain