Geüpload op 24 jan. 2009 We three When all these things are done And the stream of blood Has veiled the murky air With paws of crimson Which the sun sucks upwards Then we shall dance All thy blood Around thy tomb And over the piled corpses I will lift my limbs High with each step And all the folk wholl see me there Yea, all who from afar only my shadow see will say For a great king All his flesh and blood Hold high festival and solemn revel. And blessed is he That hath children Who will dance around his holy tomb Such royal dances of victory. We are three muscle spirits In electricity Force and aim in energy While you are merely two A form, if that Motion - a minimum And content defeated The worshippers of lies Our muscle - the fist! Our spirit - intrepid! Our light - blood! Our duty - war! Three crushing two Muscle wrenching form Force fights inertia Deciding factor The power to bend The world isnt there It never was Harness the thought It has no choice It must bend This power This circuit This power This power is ours alone Our head - clear! Our hands - clean! Our eyes - open! Our fist - strong! The number of the few The stagnant multitudes The hour approaches And we exult in moment A pit of burning corpses And sing An ode to joy Avenge the murder of the spirit. Hail victory! Hail victory! Hail victory! Electricity Hail victory! Hail victory! Hail victory! Electricity Hail victory! Hail victory! Hail victory! Electricity Für Lieber tot als Leben Und nicht Leben
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