Sturm Und Drang - Fatherland

A young man he came, from far and away To the front on a cold winter's day Just a poor farmer's son, was given a gun And the hope of glory to come Now the old winds of war, they will blow, they will soar From the east, as the guns start to roar But they would not surrender The pride inside their hearts When we walk throught the fields Over blood that was spilled For our fatherland For the freedom they gave With their names on the graves For our fatherland Come on, raise your hands Out in the trenches, down on their knees Wait for the storm to unleash The enemy's name the fear it remains It be over in three weeks they say But they would not surrender The pride inside their hearts When we walk throught the fields Over blood that was spilled For our fatherland For thr freedom they gave With their names on the graves For our fatherland Come on, raise your hands When we walk throught the fields Over blood that was spilled For our fatherland For thr freedom they gave With their names on the graves For our fatherland Come on, raise your hands All the mothers who cried over soldiers who died For ou fatherland For the freedom they gave With their names on the graves For our fatherland Come on, raise your hands