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Of all the wars you've fought,Which one is etched along your headstone,Bygone, remote, and cast aside?Did you hold it in your handsEvery single night?Did you wash them in the watersOf a grave?Quiet in sovereign fleet the hand that dare seize the fire.Struggle to sound above the piercing, echo trill of thishapless, bloody sigh.Stalking in this fearful symmetry the trailBack toThe hammer, the chain, and the furnace.Slowly they will tarnish and break.The tiger utters not his own name.And in triumph, and in glory,Our Earth is blackened. In solace do we sing.I'm not ashamed.If blood is what you ask, thenI have nothing to offer.Your ghost is leaving; it has undone itself.In death they do speak low into our ears,'I've been waiting for this',Unchanging. Aus Songtexte Mania