A man Makes of a war A totem Your home and your life And if necessary He fights By their country until death He dreams Gain from all this The great good fortune And live your golden dream However for your greater dishonor Everything he believed until today It is in vain... Your medals for your bravery Pure madness The handshake... Manipulation The forced smile... You are tortured The strong hug... And shrapnel in your backs And a quick thank you... You are shot Everything goes into space All your wounds Tattooed scars with pride And to each bullet fired A gleam in his eyes Terminates up your war A heart Decelerates And you anxious waits By a new declaration Your internal struggle Will never end You never will deliver Until you're lifeless As a disease That you will always carry in the blood