Black Sea
From the top of the mountains to the black sea
I'm awake for a while now
The first rays of dawn, a new day (we move on)
Check check, what a beautiful sunset
That's what I'm here for, and I'm not alone
Lose control, find emotion
Fake smiles, keep in motion
Got nothing of all that is shiny and golden
But I got friends that would follow me
From the top of the mountains to the black sea
Straight ahead to the next step
Though the night has come, don't look back (we move on)
Turned black, one second, the end is near
Cross our fingers, the ice is getting thinner
Don't mind it, at some point we'll find out the meaning behind it.
Sceptic, I know, but there is nothing you could do to me
Cause I got friends at the black sea
We may never come home
But that sounds good to my ears
Won't need to bury our bones
They may be scattered to the four winds
The scum is everywhere
It almost feels like home
And while the world is moving forward
You just keep destroying every
Single attempt to make it a better place
The scum is everywhere
I guess it's time to call it quits
With blood you serve the uniform
You fascist piece of shit
All over the world we stand as one
From North to South
From West to East
These pigs will not find peace
We may never come home
But that sounds good to my ears
Won't need to bury our bones
They may be scattered to the four winds
We may never come home
But that sounds good to my ears
Won't need to bury our bones
They may be scattered to the four winds
I'm awake for a while now
The first rays of dawn, a new day (we move on)
Check check, what a beautiful sunset
That's what I'm here for, and I'm not alone
Lose control, find emotion
Fake smiles, keep in motion
Got nothing of all that is shiny and golden
But I got friends that would follow me
From the top of the mountains to the black sea
Straight ahead to the next step
Though the night has come, don't look back (we move on)
Turned black, one second, the end is near
Cross our fingers, the ice is getting thinner
Don't mind it, at some point we'll find out the meaning behind it.
Sceptic, I know, but there is nothing you could do to me
Cause I got friends at the black sea
We may never come home
But that sounds good to my ears
Won't need to bury our bones
They may be scattered to the four winds
The scum is everywhere
It almost feels like home
And while the world is moving forward
You just keep destroying every
Single attempt to make it a better place
The scum is everywhere
I guess it's time to call it quits
With blood you serve the uniform
You fascist piece of shit
All over the world we stand as one
From North to South
From West to East
These pigs will not find peace
We may never come home
But that sounds good to my ears
Won't need to bury our bones
They may be scattered to the four winds
We may never come home
But that sounds good to my ears
Won't need to bury our bones
They may be scattered to the four winds
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Writer(s): Martin Mayr
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