Son, it was not long ago
When everything we had to know was
How to wheel the hammer
Every day and all the night
Endless battle endless fight
We fought together sword to sword
So I pray for you
You better pray with me because...
... There's a rose under black, black skies
Look up there where eagles fly
That's where our fathers had to die
With their hammers dark eyed men
They brought blood and death upon this land
But son I swear - I saw them die
Behind us everything was dead
It seemed as if we came too late
Every single but was burned down
So I pray for you...
