die by our attack True force of iron glory crash course of righteous hate you know we feel no sorry when bones of sinners break Sacred steel warriors
Ein Mund,der nicht mehr redet Augen,die nie mehr sehn ein Herz,das nicht mehr schlägt wohin willst Du gehn Götter,die Dich rufen ein Licht zeigt
all grace deeper and deeper The sound of her own blood dripping Like sacred tears from a bleeding rose An amorous requiem where she cries her sacred
morals we were taught Differ far from those today. The devil is rubbing both his hands, Proud of what he's accomplished. All rotten, Forgotten... Those sacred
Die by our Attack True Force of Iron Glory Crash course of righteous Hate You know we feel no sorry When bones of Sinners break Sacred Steel Warriors
Traduction: Embraced. Les larmes sacrées.
(Paul Gerhardt, J. W. Alexander, Hans Hassler, 16th Lent, Bach) O sacred Head now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down Now scornfully surrounded