How long will it last?
How many bombs will
Explode?

How many towns
Will burn in fire
To the ground?

How much blood 
To the ragged soil 
Will be shed

Before this lust
of blood and rage
Ends?

It's not my [bad word] !

I [bad word] away from here 
With you.
I wanna leave this dying world 
With you.
Let it burn to ash!

I want [bad word] 
I need [bad word] away.
We must gain force,
We must be strong,
We must!

I want [bad word] Away with you.
I want to be
With you, only with you.

I want to feel your touch on my skin,
In my bad dream in the core of a storm,
I want to feel your touch…
Death touch.

What can we do?
What can we say?
Why should we stay
Inside the firestorm?
For whom shall we work?
Why must we be slaves?...
These straits are dire,
This world is set in fire.

And now,
We need [bad word] away... 
...our time [bad word] out, nothing to say.

War is terrible thing,
I hear the… 
…death wind sing.

It’s time to say "Enough" 
To all the world.
It’s time [bad word] 
To our stronghold.

I want to feel your touch 
In my deepest dream. 
I want to see your eyes, 
In the darkest realm. [bad word] where it rains, 
Where the winds blow, 
Where the storms grow… 
No pain.
Break through despair.
And feel the rain
Your soul will rise  [bad word]  where it rains, 
Where the winds blow 
Where the storms grow… 
No pain.

I need [bad word] away
I need to find my way
Let it burn to ash.