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Slumber deep and cold
The skull upon the shoulder
Closed eyes, a guest of wind
No one cries! (no cries)
No one cries
Skull upon
Snow falls, ice rains
The body numb and hard
There's a flower in his hand
From home
(Fatherland, fatherland)
Fatherland
Front Angel
Er bricht den Wind zur Erde gedrückt
Hebt den Arm dem Sturm entgegen
Front Angel - Macht heisst leben
Where is future, where is past?
Cursed to die at last
Into foreign lands they fell
Deaf ears listen to the death bell
Death bell
Front Angel
Er bricht den Wind zur Erde gedrückt
Hebt den Arm dem Sturm entgegen
Front Angel - Macht heisst leben
Front Angel
Er bricht den Wind zur Erde gedrückt
Hebt den Arm dem Sturm entgegen
Front Angel - Macht heisst leben
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