sturmtief

wenn auf der welt passiert nicht viel
ein herr gern spielt sein kleines spiel
und was dem herrn dran so gefiel
die macht der willkuer für ein ziel

heut ist der herr sehr aufgedreht
hat er doch bomben ausgespaeht
und weil das boese nichts gesteht
gleich die rettung der welt ansteht

waehrend die welt schlief, zog auf ein sturmtief
so stolz und aggressiv, ein echtes sturmtief
als sich die sonne verlief, zog auf ein sturmtief
so kalt und obsessiv, es ist sein sturmtief

der herr ist sofort kampfbereit
für freundlichkeit ist keine zeit
doch vor irrtum ist er nicht gefeit
die medien tun die drecksarbeit

waehrend die welt schlief, zog auf ein sturmtief
so stolz und aggressiv, ein echtes sturmtief
als sich die sonne verlief, zog auf ein sturmtief
so kalt und obsessiv, es ist sein sturmtief

die welt macht sich nun viel gedank’n
doch sollte sie sich nicht bedanken?
denn all’ die, die immer zanken
verwies der herr in ihre schranken

als niemand “stop!” rief, zog auf ein sturmtief
so dreist und exklusiv, hier kommt sein sturmtief
waehrend die welt schlief, zog auf ein sturmtief
so stolz und aggressiv, ein echtes sturmtief

you raise your flag to sell a lie
a mask of truth you drape on high
blood on your hands won’t wash away
the bones you crush to seize your prey

you scream of threats that never came
then torch the weak and fan the flame
your war machine gains ruthless speed
while mothers rot and children bleed

you feast on corpses and call it peace
paint blood-soaked ruins, declare it clean
the wombs are torn, the children cry
you're the plague, that won’t let die

you launch your drones with deadpan grace
they track the poor with coded face
a firing line for bread and thirst
you kill the kind, then blame them first

borders break for your greedy hand
you crave the kill, you take the land
power’s your god, not peace or law
and mercy’s just a fatal flaw

you feast on corpses and call it peace
paint blood-soaked ruins, declare it clean
you preach to guard, but slay the weak
you're the plague, you claim to seek

tief in deinem kranken gedaerm
sitz ich auf meinem thron
an deiner qual mein herz ich waerm
auch ich bin gottes sohn

ich spring dir an deine kehle
und du kriechst wie ein hund
deine lebenskraft ich stehle
leck deine seele wund

ich bin die kugel in deinem fleisch
ich bin der dorn in deinem mark
ich bin der splitter in deinem schaedel
bin der nagel zu deinem sarg

ich werde pfaehlen dann dein herz
saug dir den atem aus
es ist ein viel zu kurzer schmerz
dauert tagein tagaus

ich bin die kugel in deinem fleisch
ich bin der dorn in deinem mark
ich bin wie eine splitterbombe
die ihre kraft im kern verbarg

in the battlefield of cells, a silent fray,
where darkness creeps and hope begins to sway.
the enemy within, it multiplies and spreads,
infiltrating deep, where fear and doubt are bred.

in the trenches of my mind, we stand so frail,
a war within, we fight, hearts growing pale.
though the odds may taunt us, we'll endure,
with love as our shield, we'll remain ever sure.

in a realm where shadows slowly intertwine,
we grapple with a fate we can't define.
in a dance of darkness, uncertainty our guide,
we navigate the currents, side by side.

in the trenches of my mind, we stand so frail,
a war within, we fight, hearts growing pale.
battling shadows, though outnumbered, we endure,
we won't surrender now, our hope remains secure.

in this struggle deep within, where shadows roam,
a battle fought in silence, far from any home.
with every passing day, the siege takes its toll,
but deep within our hearts, a fire burns, a goal.

in the heart of a frigid night's embrace,
a soldier stands alone in a forgotten place.
his breath a plume of frost in the iron air,
a red flag in his hands, a burden he'll bear.

the wind cuts deep, but he must not fail,
his comrades have fallen, their faces gone pale.
his body's tired, his spirit grows thin,
but that red flag's his oath, his battle to win.

beneath torn skies in the dead of night,
his sacrifice burns, like a beacon of light.
in the frozen abyss, where heroes are bred,
he'll carry the flag, 'til the shades of red.

wounded and weary, he stumbles ahead,
with every step, the ground turns to red.
his blood mingles with the flag in his hand,
a testament to his will, in this desolate land.

as the dawn approaches, the end drawing near,
he collapses at last, overwhelmed by the fear.
the flag lies buried, its fate intertwined,
with the soldier's own, in this tale of mankind.

beneath torn skies in the dead of night,
his heartbeat has dimmed, to a low ember-light.
no patch of white remains, where his courage spread,
eternity blooms, in the shades of red.

instrumental

they sailed to west, find Indies‘ trade,
found unknown shores and stakes were laid.
raised foreign flags on native ground,
gold drove the claim, no mercy found.

they met in Berlin, drew the lines,
divided Africa for mines.
no voice was heard, denied their right,
they split the land to show their might.

why call it peace when cities burn?
why call it help when lives are spurned?
why call it law when rules bend wide?
why call it right when truth must hide?

we thought that colonizing had its end,
yet you revived it, with full intent.
why draw new borders in the name of peace?
who gave you the world to mark and seize?

you strike and kill their sovereignty,
remove the head to oversee.
oil marks the place where power stays,
control achieved in modern ways.

if power alone makes borders bend,
then conquest finds its breath again.
the map becomes a proving ground,
for every tyrant newly crowned.
what once was shock becomes the norm,
and silence helps the next reform.

we thought that colonizing had its end,
yet you revived it, with full intent.
why draw new borders in the name of peace?
who do you conquer next to be pleased?

boots polished bright, standard uniform.
the path’s not paved, we march through the storm.
the pace is set, we’ll follow the norm.

left! right! left! right!
march in step, march in line,
pride in every single move, we shine,
left! right! left! right!
now it's time: forward, march!

commands barked loud, our answers are drilled.
questions delayed, but fun is fulfilled.
voices unite, the anthem instilled.

left! right! left! right!
march in step, march in line,
pride in every single move, we shine,
left! right! left! right!
now it's time: forward, march!

orders stand firm, and never revised.
truth simplified, the motives disguised.
flags raised above, the victory's prized.

Simulate wars, compliance enforced.
Moral debate quietly divorced.
Right becomes wrong, unity is forced.

kalte mauern still und schwer,
ein herz verblutet, schlaegt nicht mehr.
die schatten tanzen ohne licht,
im spiegel siehst du sein gesicht.

kraft und schatten, tief in dir,
ein sturm der tobt, ein wildes tier.
kraft und schatten, lass sie frei,
im dunkel schreit die einsamkeit.

maschinen wueten ohne ton,
ein rhythmus bricht durch den beton.
dein puls er jagt die zeit voran,
ein endlos kampf in seinem bann.

kraft und schatten, tief in dir,
ein sturm der tobt, ein wildes tier.
kraft und schatten, lass sie frei,
im dunkel schreit die einsamkeit.

schritt für schritt durch glas und stein,
ein tiefes atmen traegt die pein.
dein feuer brennt trotz kalter nacht,
die seele lebt, nun neu erwacht.

kraft und schatten, tief in dir,
ein sturm der tobt, ein wildes tier.
kraft und schatten, lass sie frei,
im dunkel schreit die einsamkeit.

kraft und schatten, tief in dir,
ein sturm der tobt, ein wildes tier.
kraft und schatten, endlich frei,
im dunkel stirbt die tyrannei.

instrumental

life crumbles like a burning leaf,
the wind it brings both time and grief.
a hand once warm slips out of reach,
we mourn in silence, never preach.

what once was red turns into grey,
and love gets buried in the clay.
but still we guard it like a flame,
and whisper gently through the pain.

when the sun goes down, we pray!
but the night won't turn away!
we watch the sky, and feel the fear,
‘cause the end is always near!
when the light is lost, we cry!
never ready to say goodbye!
dance with ghosts, and face the night!
‘cause death still comes in perfect light!

no god, no fate, no promised land,
just echoes held in trembling hands.
yet in the dark, we still confess,
a bond that pain cannot suppress.

when the sun goes down, we pray!
but the night won't turn away!
we watch the sky, and feel the fear,
‘cause the end is always near!
when the light is lost, we cry!
never ready to say goodbye!
dance with ghosts, and face the night!
‘cause death still comes in perfect light!

their names remain, though breath is gone,
like verses etched in dying dawn.
they shine like stars we cannot hold,
but keep us warm when nights get cold.

this song’s no prayer, no sweet parade,
I won’t march down your road of rage.
no list of debts the past has made,
they’re ghosts long gone beyond the stage.
no penance due for wounds once laid,
step out! step free! and turn the page!

stand up tall! get back on track!
hold your ground! don’t fade to black!
lock your aim! don’t raise that flag!
and don’t you dare look back!

take your stand! don’t lose the track!
crush your fear! don’t wear its tag!
lock your aim! don’t raise that flag!
and don’t you dare look back!

it’s ’bout the wounds that feed your fear,
the ones you nurse till they take flight.
the more you hide, the more they steer,
you fight the dark but fear the light.
and somewhere deep, the truth draws near,
the edge of dawn cuts through the night

stand up tall! get back on track!
hold your ground! don’t fade to black!
lock your aim! don’t raise that flag!
and don’t you dare look back!

take your stand! don’t lose the track!
crush your fear! don’t wear its tag!
lock your aim! don’t raise that flag!
and don’t you dare look back!