- Confined love
Some man unworthy to be possesor
Of old or new love himself being false or weak,
Thought his pain and shame would be lesser,
From womankind he might his anger wreak;
Hey, and thence a law did grow,
One should but one man know;
But are other creatures so?
- Das Beil
Schon liegt die Stadt im Morgenrot
Auf einem Prellstein sitzt der Tod
Und grinst und geigt
Das Haupt geneigt
Von Ferne her da klingt so dumpf
Da klappt so schwer das Beil
Das Beil der Guillotine
- End of the night
Working clothes are getting colorful
Dirt gets less noticable
Grey facades of stone shimmering in lust
Even the food is likeable
We've got the lord to care for us
He blinds our eyes
In spite of all this we fall
- Nothing Is Important
so he's asking every day
should I go or should I stay
all the time feeling his unstoppable fire
counting the money for a killer to hire
for himself to delegate the decision
ending his life with human precision
the world would sink into the arms of usurpers
nothing is important
- Selling Our Souls
See the man there waiting, waiting for our souls
He wants to dig our graves
And he wants to take us home
He knows our steps from the beginning of our lifes
That's why he's showing up
To ask now for results
We're selling our souls
- You Chained Me Up
I am waiting for you lonely every morning
I've been hung up for you like this now for days
I am waiting, waiting every morning
I've been giving you my twist of mixed emotions
You've been tying me in twisted golden chains