Still Rising

Music by F. Marquart, Words by C. Freise

They were reborn in time
Standing along the line
The Luger in their right hand
Four meters of burnt earth to defend

The Feldwebel screams attack
The most of them won't come back
For their family they would die
But they're falling there because of a lie

Every inch of earth must be paid
With the blood of those we dictate
It's a trade we pay, death for land
For the people who on us depend

We took some meters of their land
But to bury all the fallen there, we can't
Cause the conquered ground is insufficient
For all the thousand people that we spent

We are the gods of war
Devising reasons for young men to die for
For our personal gain
They'll die.
We're still rising still uprising while we kill them all!

We hold the industry
Control the society
Education is our's best
Conduct the mass, destroy the rest

For our wealth you must fall
Increasing the worth of all
And if there are doubts of few
The propaganda machine creates something new

And those dying young men
Who will never see their friends again
They take a last look to the sky
And their only thought is “why?”

We are the gods of war
Devising reasons for young men to die for
For our personal gain
They'll die
We're still rising still uprising while we kill them all!

Every inch of earth, must be paid
With the blood of those, we dictate
It's a trade, we pay, death for land
Of the people who, on us depend.

We took some meters of their land
But to bury all the fallen there, we can't
Cause the conquered ground is insufficient
For all the thousand people that we spent

So when you pick up a gun
Or think this war could be fun
Remember killing's a sin
And we are the only ones who win

The rules are same again
This system we maintain
No matter if it's 1915
Or if there's been hundred years in between

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