They were fighting for land in earlier days. Wanting to extend their living space. They were fighting for their faith a thousand years. Call it holy war - it's the sum of your fears.
now the race is on the run. so look out for your man. try to catch him in the woods. and kill him if you can. . come on play the game. and catch the man.
Dein Anblick ist die beste Medizin. Du fuhrst mich in den Himmel. Schenkst mir dein Adrenalin. Durch deine Venen fliest mein Blut. Das Gefühl deiner Nahe reflektiert.
Dien licht ist nun erloschen. die seele weicht hinaus. dien streben hat ein ende. du has das ziel erreicht. diene tage sind gezhlt. so wurde es beschlossen.
Within a few seconds their jets came over the hill. Strafing. the soldiers raining fire on their people. An unintended. sacrifice of their own lives. The soldiers at the front.
The damage done to all these place. is quite unbelievable. you never have seen such pain. walking through the bombed cities. . a cancerous civilization.
an open door an invitation. to join in this new world. I took the chance despite the danger. all I saw was "follow me". . I lived this new exciting life.
Another land, another culture. With a different kind of life. What was once forbidden. Belongs here to social life. . While you travel to those countries.
I see you - with a gun. in your eyes - insanity. in my dreams - I run. you follow me - I cannot stay. . I wonder what - has driven you. to hunt me - into the night.
Little salamander, where did you go?. The edge of the yard. I found you, you know. All brown and hard. I can't get your body out of my mind. I can't get your body.
It's driving me forth without a rest. These feelings inside me I cannot control. An unknown force is controlling my fate. It provides me with this restless life.
Let me tell you a story. Out of my small prison cell. My life had not much glory. But I will burn in hell. . Fantasies overcome everyone. A danger love, you will not get enough.
It started like a normal day. Shower, breakfast and then out. The sun shone on a winter morning. As he caught the bus to work. . Thoughts about the next hours.
They called me the tragic hero. They avoided my company. My names were only whispered. Just a tale for a moonless night. . Fallen hero fits much better.
Wounds of self-mutilation. Caused by religious fervor. A sacrifice of a child. To summoning the Gods. . A fortress in the dense woods. Called the temple of destruction.
Date of expiration. A disease you cannot cure. It's our destination. No delays anymore. . Great expectations. But the end is so near. A strange iteration.
The dreams still come and go. Lying wounded on a beach. With shrapnel in my leg. My only weapon is a knife. . And there is this golden fluid. A bag full of tiny bottles.
somewher down in mother Russia. they make plans to take the world. thousands of veiled secrets. hidden deep inside their rooms. . with all their special agents.
They fight against each other. Killing people of their own blood. For some very stupid reasons. Call it civil war. . They fight for their religion. Wanna people make believe.