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He remembers her love
Looking at her so sad
He can only think of
The life that they had

Deep in his heart
He just loves her so
He cant cope with the part
Of now letting her...

Many ages ago, near the high Hartz, there dwelt
A rude race of blood-loving giants, who felt
No joy but the fierce one which Carnage bestows,
When her foul lips are clogged with the blood of her foes.
 
And fiercer and bolder than all of the rest...

Love, Fear and Hate and Childish Toys
Are here discreetly blent;
Admire, you ladies, read, you boys,
My Country...