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…"