Did we persist in grief
Traces given for sinisters
Once delivered for their moods
No heaven over Germany
The afterthought was formed
And right below us
Outside of their fear
A perished generation
Among false idols
Only darkness in sight
Sins are remaining
I was not born...
Gone is the fog of war
Which invoke the final chaos
There was no light
Deadly final silence
For what is peace
No heaven over Germany
