Ghosts Of The Past

The eagle spreads his old wings

he tries to rise again

50 years have passed, not many people care

but his mind is still the same

I swear to god that I will fight

with my tongue against your gun

until you fall into the sea like Icarus

who was killed by the sun

we hope the ghosts of our past

will never return

and freedom will last,

let the blackshirts burn

like an old lady in a mirror

you try to forget your past

and all the crimes that go along with it

but you are still part of the cast

the wall is down between east and west

all the bricks are sold

and if I see your picture on a map

I remember and I feel sick

we hope the ghosts of our past

will never return

and freedom will last,

let the blackshirts burn

since the reunification of Germany in 1989

the number of people to die at the hands of

right wing extrems has officially more than doubled

unofficially we will never know

our police force issued a statement declearing

the biggest threat to law and order and

the well being to the people of this country

comes from the left wing

I hope it's all just a bad dream

It's hope enough???

we hope the ghosts of our past...