(spoken:)
"A small, colorful world full of fun?
Hardly for those for whom the fun stops
when others start laughing at them or their fate.
Those who are no different or better, just the same and exactly the same.
Not to each his own..."
So the flesh shows the bones
Some bugs stir under the skin
The soul in damp remains
Slowly moving up and down
Soul, soul without shelter
Grateful almost looks to the sky
Sea of u200bu200bstars, the false appearance
A lot too close, because nothing is true
The last gate opens
A red stream of thick life
Home, home, home
Home, home, home, eternal home
Because I want
Home, home, home
Home, home, home, eternal home
Eternal home, a haven of happiness
For all those who once perished
By their own or foreign hand
True happiness acquired in death
Here happiness is hidden
Behind suffering and blood
But the light of the last freedom
Lets the blind rage go out
/>Red stream from thick life
Leader himself, lackey in death
Home, home, home
Home, home, home, eternal home
For I want
Home, Home, home
Home, home, home, eternal home

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