Why should we disguise in order to conceal?

Why then try to hide a wound that shall not heal?



They swore to take us to their lands

Where milk-white blossoms float

And then they swore to always die in splendour



So let us hear the wild songs they sing

And let us feel the wild joys they bring

And we shall than disguise in order to reveal

And we shall swear tonight to never yield



To never give in, to never falter

To never yield or cry for quarter



When old men dream up wars for us to fight in

When old men dream up wars for us to die in



"…I don't want to hurt you…but I must, I must…"