Defeat and Death Addiction

Chosen one among a thousand
You were sent by Kaiser's command
to the farthest front in the west,
the enemy should've died by your hand
The foreign force supposed to flee
at your rifle's toll
Never you could have known
that your front's about to fall

Ages you have spent in the trench
accompanied by rats
The Kaiser's chosen heros
clad in tattered rags
Ye saw your best best friend's head explode
but that the price to pay
For glory in this war of wars
You died each single day

All your suffering in vain
Your Kaiser's lost the war
Hesitant to turn back home,
a place you don't belong
All you know is dirt and pain
no glory has been won
Despite the dire hardships
You cannot be done.

Twenty years ago you dropped your arms
There's still a chance to turn the tides
To make up
For the stab in the back
To kill and to kill and to kill
at the Führer's command
The wearing peace of Weimar Germany
A pretty life, but not for thee
There's nothing
but killing you've learned
and still there is bloodwork
To be done

Du durchsiebst den Feind im eignen Land
mit tausend Kugeln pro Minute
der Feind flieht nun vor deiner Hand
das Land – ertrinkt in seinem Blut
Verheizt dich selbst im fremden Land
mit tausend Kugeln pro Minute
Mit tausend Kugeln in der Brust
Erstickt du endlich
am eigenen Blut