スティル・エコーズ
A thousand heads cut clean across their necks
Right down the hall from me
The reich's relentless blade, thirsty and shining red
Still echoes of their screams
This is a tarnished heirloom, passed down through iron fists
A shameful house of doom, a legacy of collapse
Built on a painful truth
A thousand years of failure, a thousand years they bled
To the bear, the blitzkrieg, and the holy father
They just bowed their heads
They meekly did their time
Counting the days while harnessed to their rusty shackles
Forever occupied, folded the crimson star
The rabbits turned to jackals
Still echoes of their screams
This is a tarnished heirloom, passed down through iron fists
A shameful house of doom, a legacy of collapse
Built on a painful truth
A thousand years of failure, a thousand years they bled
To the bear, the blitzkrieg, and the holy father
They just bowed their heads
Soviet hangover eastern bloc
And dirty money still flows through locks
A killing ground of rebels, black marketeers
Restrained, but there's no resistence here
South-east Asia in a Euro cellblock
Saigon's children conceal what they've got
The opium trail runs west through here
They're selling disease to erase all your fears
Still echoes of their screams,
Still echoes of their screams
A thousand years of failure, a thousand years they bled
To the bear, the blitzkrieg, and the holy father
They just bowed their heads
I won't bow my head
Right down the hall from me
The reich's relentless blade, thirsty and shining red
Still echoes of their screams
This is a tarnished heirloom, passed down through iron fists
A shameful house of doom, a legacy of collapse
Built on a painful truth
A thousand years of failure, a thousand years they bled
To the bear, the blitzkrieg, and the holy father
They just bowed their heads
They meekly did their time
Counting the days while harnessed to their rusty shackles
Forever occupied, folded the crimson star
The rabbits turned to jackals
Still echoes of their screams
This is a tarnished heirloom, passed down through iron fists
A shameful house of doom, a legacy of collapse
Built on a painful truth
A thousand years of failure, a thousand years they bled
To the bear, the blitzkrieg, and the holy father
They just bowed their heads
Soviet hangover eastern bloc
And dirty money still flows through locks
A killing ground of rebels, black marketeers
Restrained, but there's no resistence here
South-east Asia in a Euro cellblock
Saigon's children conceal what they've got
The opium trail runs west through here
They're selling disease to erase all your fears
Still echoes of their screams,
Still echoes of their screams
A thousand years of failure, a thousand years they bled
To the bear, the blitzkrieg, and the holy father
They just bowed their heads
I won't bow my head
Credits
Writer(s): John Campbell, Will Adler, David Randall Blythe, Mark Morton, Chris Adler
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