Where Dreams Die
Christian Rodens, Georg Neuhauser, Markus Pohl, Steffen Theurer
Where dreams die
When the storm has settled down
A sound of distant thunder
Light has faded into grey
I can smell the burning sand
Feel it on my fingers
The taste of blood is in the air
My crusade
It was my whole life
I will live or die for sacrifice
I am walking over graves
All I had is all I gave
My blood and soul
My sacrifice
I am walking dead and done
My body burned, my spirit gone
Tell me why this war
Truly went wrong
Bodies broken on this field
The air is filled with fire
Smoke and dust on holy ground