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Herr der Berge

Stürme, immer wieder Stürme,
Überall zerbirst das Holz,
Blitze, immer wieder Blitze,
Donner fegen durch das Tal,
Felsen, immer wieder Felsen,
Lösen sich aus steiler Wand,
Schreie, immer wieder Schreie
Rübezahl besucht das Land
 
Über so viele Jahre wurde er nicht gesehen,
Er ist der Herr der Berge, wild und verwöhnt
 
Menschen, viele, viele Menschen,
Einige trifft seine Wut
Zauber, tiefer, tiefer Zauber
Sich verwandeln tut ihm gut
 
Über so viele Jahre wurde er nicht gesehen
Er ist der Herr der Berge, wild und verwöhnt (x3)
 
Erde, tief in dieser Erde
Geisterfahrt zum Mittelpunkt
Heimat, das ist seine Heimat,
Das macht unser Leben bunt.
 
Stürme, Stürme, Blitze, Blitze,
Felsen, Felsen, Schreie, Schreie
 

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Marble Hearts

I was in a cage
And I don't know where it was
All I could see was
The fancy furniture
 
People walking
With their best ties and heels
People talking
Like they were superheroes
But no...
 
I don't know if i am crazy
I don't know, they are blind
Maybe the fire and flames
Burned their eyes
 
All I wait is a warning sign
But they think they're still in paradise
 
We couldn't be higher
Our price is damn too low
We should be quieter
There were so many Napoleons
You thought the world was there for you
You thought the world would help you too
 
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Marble hearts
 
Look what they’ve made
It seems we are in the eye of the hurricane
They embrace the pain
And pretend to be ok
But, hey hey...
 
I don't know if i am crazy
I don't know, they are blind
Maybe the fire and flames
Burned their eyes
 
All I wait is a warning sign
But they think they're still in paradise
 
We couldn't be high
Our price is damn too low
We should be quiet
There were so many Napoleons
You thought the world was there for you
You thought the world would help you too
 
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
 
We couldn't be higher
Our price is damn too low
We should be quieter
There were so many Napoleons
You thought the world was there for you
You thought the world would help you too
 
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Marble hearts
Marble hearts
Marble hearts
Marble hearts
 

Pride of Man

Turn around, go back down
Back the way you came
Can't you see that flash of fire
Ten times brighter then the day
And behold a mighty city
Broken in the dust again
 
Oh god, the pride of man
Broken in the dust again
 
Turn around, go back down
Back the way you came
Babylon is laid to waste
Egypt's buried in her shame
Their mighty men are all beaten down
Their kings are fallin' in the ways
 
Oh god, the pride of man
Broken in the dust again
 
Turn around, go back down
Back the way you came
Terror is on every sign
Though our leaders are dismayed
All those who place their faith in fire
In fire their fate shall be repaid
 
Oh god, the pride of man
Broken in the dust again
 
Turn around, go back down
Back the way you came
And shout a warning to the nations
That the sword of god is raised
On Babylon, that mighty city
Rich in treasure, wide in fame
It shall cause thy tower to fall
And make of thee a pyre of flame
 
Oh, those that dwell on many waters
Rich in treasure, wide in fame
That bow unto a god of gold
That pride of might shall be their shame
 
Oh god, the pride of man
Broken in the dust again
 
And only god can lead the people
Back into the earth again
 
Thy holy mountain be restored
And mercy on the people, Lord
 

Saint Malo

Saint Malo1
Hissez haut2
(x8)
 
Am Ende unserer Fahrt
Liegt die Cosaren Stadt
Auf nach St. Malo
Die Sehnsucht zieht mich hin
Nur dich hab ich im Sinn
Und mein Herz wird Froh
 
Hissez haut (x3)
Saint Malo
Saint Malo
Wir setzen Kurs auf Saint Malo
Hissez haut
Hissez haut
Der Wind trägt uns nach Saint Malo
 
Die Wellen Brechen wild
Doch Steinern ist ihr Schild
Saint Malo heißt Start
Mein Mädel wartet dort
So lange war ich Fort
Bald geh ich an Land
 
Hissez haut (x3)
Saint Malo
Saint Malo
Wir setzen Kurs auf Saint Malo
Hissez haut
Hissez haut
Der Wind trägt uns nach Saint Malo
 
Die Dächer leuchten auf
Ein Sonnengruß in auf
Saint Malo ist Nah
Die Flut bring mich zu dir
Bald hab ich dich bei mir
Morgen bin ich da
 
Hissez haut (x3)
Saint Malo
Saint Malo
Wir setzen Kurs auf Saint Malo
Hissez haut
Hissez haut
Der Wind trägt uns nach Saint Malo
 
Saint Malo
Hissez haut
(x16)
 
Saint Malo
Saint Malo
Wir setzen Kurs auf Saint Malo
Hissez haut
Hissez haut
Der Wind trägt uns nach Saint Malo
(x2)
 
  • 1. Famous port city in Brittany (northwestern France)
  • 2. French words meaning something like 'rise the sails'

Virgo

[Verse 1]
I pledge allegiance to myself
Food, shelter, and health
Let me find a beach full of seashells to sell
Put your oxygen mask on first before you offer me help
I've got receipts made of scar tissue
Got the vision of somebody going fishing in the dark
When I start up the motor, it still turns over
But nowadays, a little bit slower
Never been afraid of getting older
I'm much more nervous about these public servants
Kill the lights and shut the curtains
You ain't a real lion if you love the circus
Looking at myself like, 'What's the purpose?'
That's when I started to hallucinate
Tryna touch the surface and recuperate
You should've seen the look on my face when I was losing my faith
Y'all got me feeling hesitation, embarrassment
I might be the last generation of grandparents
I know that I've been fortunate for all the opportunities
Disproportionately disappointed in the human beings
I get it, we're specks of dust
At the bus stop busking for extra crust
Like fuck it, you can sacrifice me to the weather
If you promise that you'll let my songs live forever
 
[Verse 2]
You're looking for a bag of tricks
But my love is like a stack of bricks
Cobblestones and untreated lumber
I'm a father of fists, strength in numbers
And when they come for my box of dreams
I'ma finally depart from this toxic scene
No posturing, just lots of self esteem
Got you feeling like the popular queen
This ain't magic, this is fabric
And it's the type that never requires patches
And it's the fire that illustrates with ashes
It's our life, it's nothing we can't manage
Lower the arrow and take a breath
I won't waste ammo aiming at the angel of death
I might have already left, but they hear me still
With my pale knuckle grip on a steering wheel