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Das ist der Fluch der Mächtigen

Das ist der Fluch der Mächtigen

Das ist der Fluch der Mächtigen

Das ist der Fluch der Mächtigen

Let us settle with swords

The affairs of men

Violence is the answer

«Sis im blut»… Eisblut!

In this soiled world

We see aspects of damnation

On the faces of the killed

Instead of gratitude

This psychology may seem

A bit baroque at first

But what a boon it be

When the demons come

With time and telling, memory dulls

Of rotting boys with empty skulls

All sons of Ares, sons of Mars

Whose flesh be worms, whose souls be stars

Myriads of combat corpses

The eggshell skeletons of men

Debris over which weep

Their stricken families

Parents, wives and children

Their heroic sufferings

Do strengthen hearts

And moisten eyes

Know ye not (have ye forgotten?)

Your place in the earth?

We know (as we’ve always known)

(That) there can be no place

For such as ye

Upon our blameless, benighted earth

The breath of the dead

Fills the stagnant breeze

Now, the world is perfect

Those left behind still weep

Should the question of terror arise

We’ll draw our hate down from the skies

We live beneath a carcass moon

That makes a horror of all days

For on this battlefield

Even the wicked get worse than they deserve

But then it is the curse of the great

To have to walk over corpses

Es war schon immer der Fluch der mächtigen

Über Leichen schreiten zu müssen

With our deeds of carnage

We hail bloodshed our immortal king

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