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Heaven Shall Burn Burn Bildersturm Iconoclast Ii

: Unrelenting, their endeavour to rule lives Teaching you an artificial truth, that you will grieve no more, that you will die no more Narrow minded

: Here we march through the snow, here we lie in the mud. The wind aches like a thousand on my skin, my walk mechanic. My thoughts far away, unable to

: This beatiful world. It looks so nice filled whit sound and light. I t smells so fine so much bliss. So much perfection a modern world a new society

: Your god sent war into my world. But I will fight to clean my mind. No looking back for me, You crossed the line, All my feelings turn to hate. A power

: When I'm in this state of mind, I'm wishing I was blind, Sometimes life is more than pain to me I feel the power of my grief, Death would be such

sorrows kill their needs A common way to happiness, but I never learned to sell myself Poets became silent, While clowns arose and burned the books again

: Forlorn skies their blank eyes stare into a forlorn sky disgraceful figures stumble through the mists sons of their nations, lost generation a tragedy

: Nothing, just nothing nothing will wipe this heart out and no one, just no one will break this frontline We are, we are, we are the fighting ones We