Kein schöner Land in dieser Zeit Songtext
von :Dieux Des Cimetières:

We slip as shadows out of sight again
Days off maps and grids, sons of blank spots
Our home now is on borders and between lines
Deep behind, where they′ll never look for us
Amongst trees and roots, ruins and empty houses
With the hollow people who were left behind
Our eyes full of fear, every moment is dread
But we still fight, for what else remains for us?


Yesterday there were fifteen of us still
Today we are but twelve, and some fare badly
Our ammunition is low and most days we go hungry
Their bloodhounds are on our trail day and night
But we keep on fighting, though we all know
We know there is no hope, no victory to be had
We disappear into the mist and the distance
And there is a cold in my heart that stays there always

We slip as shadows out of sight again
Pale phantoms lingering between their spaces
Our home now is on borders and between lines
Out in the distance, where we can always hide
Amongst rocks and ruins, emptiness and loneliness
We are the hollow people who still remain
No land more beautiful than this, in our time
As we disappear into the silence and distance