Thirty Years Of Terror

Now the time to decide

Give us a choice between the hell and fire

We yield, unending strife

Catholic rage--and all for God

The danes came into our city in peace

-There's no need for bloodshed

Then fire came from out of the western bank

-Provoked danish fire

Chaos and bloodshed throughout the streets of brandenburg

Are filling with dead, the harsh cannon fire belches its horrid smoke

Pointless violence, shattered silence

Give all you have and still you'll die

By my will we'll take what we need

Even daughters bound and gagged

Ears parted with heads

Splinters of wood in throats of old men

Burn houses and steal anything found in the rubble

Children stripped of their clothes and left to die of exposure

The common man pays a horrible price to feed other armies

Amazing, the cost of belief

And there's no relief

Imperial bloodlust

We have to reform, concentrate power

Thirty years of blood is far too much

Thirty years of terror

Thirty years of fear

And no one is safe here from swedish or from danes

Thirty years of hardship

The soldiers live off our land

We're just a fledgling nation

I dream of a better time

I feel enraged, there's no release

Constant pressure and agony

You want to rise? First learn to lie

You be the fox with a mask of a lion

Systems failing all around

You have no friends, you are alone

Leave me be, I can take no more

I'll set a fire and lock the door

Starlight born to a father of shame

The fox and the lion

Choose now the path which will be your guide

There's no room for mercy

Shamed and kicked in the mud, we look to the sun and dream of better times

Persistence, acceptance of loss is our creed..but never we forget