In every city the war is raging
With every season we’re cruelly aging
You’ll regret, you’ve let me in
I will thread you on my sting
Old scars, chewed answers
What a farce! Decrepit lancers
Joust in crumpled beds
To face their fate
Age corrodes flesh, but neither love nor hate
Decorate my wall
With your head once more
You are choking, you are roped
You wore a thousand bodies,
But I’m the one always on top
In every city the war is raging
With every season soldiers are aging
It’s too late for snow-white flags
Fury gushes on your legs
Blood red flag
Who are you to hurry us now in our last dance?
When our future trembles on the edge of lance
Let me hear her voice
Let me hear her rattle
Decorate my wall
With your head once more
You moan loud, again in heat
What bayonet won’t finish, the bare hands complete