their sons Our motherland calls to its children Fight on! Fight on! Our motherland calls to its children Fight on! Fight on! Under one banner victory in sight
Crown him with many crowns, the Lamb upon his throne. Hark! How the heavenly anthem drowns all music but its own. Awake, my soul, and sing of him who
stumbling and foundring like a man in fire or lime through the misty panes and thick green light as under a green sea, i saw him drowning the creatures
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less I say, I say, I say, what's the biggest idea in the world today? Us losing sight of feeling
and stumbling and foundring like a man in fire or lime through the misty panes and thick green light as under a green sea, i saw him drowning the creatures
