Der Geist des Autors

  A F T E R  T H E  W A R

Heavy weapon in my hand
Standing in a no man’s land
Beastly hordes came from the west
Will I fall or stand with the rest?

Horses standing in long rows
The work is done the preacher goes
Now my friend is the end of law
Will we meet us after the war?

Battle meets me blood runs down
Another Lord set up the crown
Fight for him death is all around
Man after man fall to the ground

Fighting all around us
Cannot say what’s wrong or right
All the colours fading
Cannot see what’s black or white

And I saw in your face
Same sad eyes to leave the law
May I ask a question?
Will you hate me after the war?

Will we find each other
in a camp or in a grave?
Let us down the weapon
Maybe that is not to late

Now I’m sure my enemy
Is not you so have no fear
Take my hand let's beat that one
Who has made what we have done

All these victim hard to count
All those lies lay on the ground
Preachers are the Evil here
Let us banish them show no fear

All this world is wasted down
There’s no one to give the crown
Life is hard without a law
That's the world AFTER THE WAR


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