The vomit of the war, this cold grey October
That comes from this offensive, stinking wine
Your hangover disgusts me on this morning after
O poor and sinful, pitiable land of mine
No, I shall never welcome it; my just curse has a place
I won't forgive, nor will I rush into the iron embrace
"Rush from your expanses in hordes, like winds of smoke
To fields of bloody subjugation like slaves proud of their yoke
"I'll wash your hands free of all bloodstains
I'll rid your heart of this black shame
And I'll conceal the pain of insults
And your defeats with a new name"
So like all, I'll go, I'll die, I'll kill
Like all, I'll destroy me
But I shall never stain my soul
And justifier be
But I won't give my enemies the consolation
Of my death - hypocritically to deplore
The hook where I'd hang myself is not yet driven
Not yet forged, not dug out of the earth as ore
Each new day, a new betrayal
A new camp where we see
A wandering illusion
Endless captivity
In my last hours in fire, in dark
Let my heart recall
There's no reason for any war
There'll never be at all
No, I shall never welcome it; my just curse has a place
I won't forgive, nor will I rush into the iron embrace
And if this is God's handiwork, this road of bloodied clod
My soul will wage war against him, opposing even God
For it seems no human voice will ever utter a sound anymore
Only the wind from some far stone age is knocking now at the black door
What devil and what dog did we attempt to humour?
What nightmare held us helpless in its breath?
Our people in their madness murdered their own freedom
Not even murdered - but flogged it to death
Yet I'll rise over all my bottomless life
The terrors, the whole iron anguish I knew
I knew so much, I remember, I dare
I deserve some terrible destiny too
For it seems I am the last survivor
Beneath a sky incarnadine
Because I was the first who wanted
To drink deeply this deadly wine