Once we learned to speak we learned to fail

We turned white and cold

Like lovers



A frozen heart, a flaming sword, a thousand fathers dead

In solitude we bathe

Like lovers



Compromise!

Compromise! (Dies ist keine richtung)

Compromise!

Compromise is not possible



In the hour of the wolf we learned to falter

In a tired dance

Like lovers (...)



And hidden gods wait and watch

The daughters of the land

In the purple fields of war



Like lovers



Compromise!

Compromise! (Dies ist keine richtung)

Compromise!

Compromise is not possible



Dies ist keine richtung

Nur reine bewegung