FRONT ANGEL Letra

Slumber deep and cold The skull upon the shoulder Closed eyes, a guest of wind No one cries! Snow falls, ice rains The body numb and hard There's a flower in his hand From home, fatherland Ref.: Stählern ist das Kreuz das seinen Körper schmückt 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