Blood for the sky

and blood for all

for the lamps in the sky

are invisible.

Death for me

and death for you

for nothing’s pure

and nothing’s true

Blood for victory!

Death for victory!

Don’t follow the wise man,

stop listening,

he shows us the truth,

it’s too much suffering.

Long live the people,

long live the fool,

he is the one

that shall rule.

Follow the fools,

they shall guide us,

go on boy,

fall in march behind us.

Long live the people,

let them thrive,

keep the masses content

of their minds deprived.

We don’t need the truth,

long live a lie,

live your life well

and let the dreams die.

So much for the future,

it’s the same as the past,

so much for the next day,

it’s the same as the last.

Few people mourn

when a dream dies,

but take away the gold,

then they shall cry.

We live in this world,

this world we have forged,

we are it’s masters,

on it we have gorged.

Why then must

we drench it in blood

corpses of our kin

lying in the mud?

Hope for the sky

and hope for all,

for the stars of our sky,

they’re still visible.

Dream for me

I dream for you

of something pure

of something true.

Hope for humanity!

Dream for humanity!