Ludwig Von 88
Everything for Trash
Ten Thousand Suns
We had at our guns, the candid smile of the world
Innocent refractions, on the eyes of children
We had for rifle, the indistinct gaze
Of the dawn dispersing, on a carefree breeze
We will remain floating, ashes in the burning wind
The dawn having been right, of our future wanderings
Knowing the smell of sulfur, and the bitter bite of fire
Prone to reduce ourselves, dirty dust on a wall of embers
We had to our lips, a trembling cry of horror
When the impartial embrace of the fire engulfed us
We had on our lips, a murmur of pain
When we flew in pieces, blown away by his blind rage
Knowing, the Yankees, cold-hearted as ebony
Soaring up there in security, murderous black glasses
Remaining frozen and disdainful, to bask in the sun
The masks veil their faces, like the hoods of the executioners
Let us disperse our love
At the whim of the winds, at the whim of the flames
Blood for their son, gold for their wife
Our women are their targets, and our sons are their flames
Blood for their son, gold for their woman
Ten thousand suns, burn deep in our souls.