Finally at war
Our armies gather out on plains
The silence grows, the sun sets soon
And the rain will wash it all away
Now we’re all alone at sea
St. Mary‘s guiding the cursed few
Through highest waves and darkest nights
And the rain will wash it all away
Then down we fall
Still holding on to
Each other’s grudge
We’re variations on a theme
In spite of everything
For all we‘ve built and we’ve sold
In spite of all broken vows
One hundred bitter years
In spite of all misery
For all we’ve raped and we’ve torn
In spite of bale and of fear
One thousand bitter tears
So here we are
The dreamers of a long‐lost worn‐out dream
And still we are
Like jesters rowing blindly toward the storm
And still our hearts are stained with memory
And the rain will wash it all away
Now a gold‐haired girl
Is singing charms into my ears
Forgetting war, forgetting pain
And the rain will wash it all away
And soon we will rise
Our armies at peace
Still I’m holding onto
Something, somewhere, sometime
In spite of everything
For all we‘ve built and we’ve sold
In spite of all broken vows
One hundred bitter years
In spite of all misery
For all we’ve raped and we‘ve torn
In spite of bale and of fear
One thousand bitter tears
So here we are
Designers of a long‐lost worn‐out scheme
And still we are
Like lovers racing blindly towards the end
Our crippled souls stained with reflection
And the rain will wash it all away
