Weltreich

[Attila] A promised land which is always the next one A heroic feat that no one else has ever done An evil empire found on nothing but my troopers' horseshoes An oriental last name carried on from father to son Say I'm the conqueror who long for fles

Moths to the flame we are Burnt to ashes left no scars Like a crack of dawn in the dark Till all the senses drift apart Moths to the flame we are Side by side with our brothers in arms Let the rhythm lead the charge Shed our blood on every boulevard

Ready to die striving Ready to die breaking the law Nothing is illegal If you never ever get caught Go get your rifle Answer everything you've been taught Do it for justice Do it for your own noble cause Without a question Without an answer as well W