We fill the world with arctic noise A thousand men with one voice The fading light, the steady beat Soon it's night and we'll live again We hear the chime from a distant bell A metallic sound, caught in its spell All march to its call We stand in front of it / we hail and follow it
Side by side / we stand side by side Side by side / we die side by side
In this barren wasteland / a tower stands It beacons us / guiding thus The world revolves / around its structure The changing pattern / a filigree of light and sound A pulse of colour / a disc of light Filled with sorrow / mixed with delight Spiraling / listening / sensing
Empty handed / so well defended But we tore it down / we tore it down
Black as night / cold as steel Merciless surface / more than real Not a single mark / not a single scratch We raise our fists |
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