21-16

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We knew a simple soldier boy
Who grimmed at life in empty joy
We’ve put a bullet through his brain
We never spoke of him again

Death is a master forged in germania
Sended out of heaven to burst our faith
Death is a master forged in germania
Sended out of heaven to gain our hope

Where no life could dwell
And where no sun could glow
From this oblivion grave
From where no prayers could reach

Death is enlightment
Sprouted out of glory
Life is denial
Cursed by prayers

End of sorrow, end of pain
We cover our own ears, so we don’t hear our own mournings at night
Further down, against ourselfes, with eyes directed to the sky
Until we believe, that we still can enter heaven
For all that’s left, grace formed out of steel
For all

Death is a master forged in germania
Sended out of hellfire
To gain our hope
To gain our hope