In every city the war is raging
With every season we’re [bad word] aging
You’ll regret, you’ve let me in
I will thread you on my sting

Old scars, chewed answers
What a farce! Decrepit lancers
Joust in [bad word] beds
To face their fate
Age corrodes flesh, but neither love nor hate

Decorate my wall
With your head once more
You are choking, you are roped
You wore a thousand bodies,
But I’m the one always on top

In every city the war is raging
With every season soldiers are aging
It’s too late for snow-white flags
Fury gushes on your legs

Blood red flag

Who are you to hurry us now in our last dance?
When our future trembles on the edge of lance

Let me hear her voice
Let me hear her rattle

Decorate my wall
With your head once more
You moan loud, again in heat
What bayonet won’t finish, the bare [bad word]