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Translation
Turn swords into plowshares
You treated me with contempt
Like a wolf lay in wait for me
I was at your mercy helplessly
You took my dignity
You let me whine for mercy
Too often predicted death for me
I will never find my peace
Full of hatred and sorrow
I had to feel the whip daily
And also the dagger in my body
The syringes which tormented me so much
The poison will be inside of me for all time
Today I still feel the pain
Your ghost haunts me day and night
And I will never find my peace
A cripple full of sorrow and hatred
Turn swords into plowshares
You darkened my eyesight
Broke my spine
The wounds on the inside
Will never heal
Conceived by those who remained silent
What goes around
Comes around
But someday I will find you
No matter where you hide
You will eat crows
Your blood, it will please me
And only when you are burried
In the earth of justice
I will be able to find my peace
For eternity
Steena
Omot✕
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| 3. | Bombenhagel |
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