On these unknown
blessed grounds
floating fog, smoke, haze
covering the man's tracks
I have been murdered
beaten to pieces< br/>thrown against the walls
laughed away
Hell's good shepherd (2x)
He comes from the sun in a ship
on whose deck the silver tree blooms
I sing songs far away< br/>I grow golden grain
I lifted my hands
I lifted my face
I lifted my head with a bow
the amount had gone astray
my mind about the day trip
here I write
I let my feelings return
I swear revenge on the one who
gave birth to me
Hell's good shepherd (2x)
In the morning it walks along the road
grass rises through the snow
cold bodies lie in ditches
mouths frozen to screams

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