Once we learned to speak we learned to fail
 We turned white and cold
 Like lovers

 frozen heart, a flaming sword, a thousand fathers dead
 In solitude we bathe
 Like lovers

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 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

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 Dies ist keine richtung
 Nur reine bewegung