Dead man in uniform walk stormy ways to great, still halls On streets of blood were made in thousand years of brotherwars Bloody ages of civilsation is only another form Of organized beasts rain will wash it away from the earthface Rain of tommorow, rain of today Rain of sorrow, rain of pain A heart in uniform and burning wheels turn through the time
And armys marching on in rhytm of an open war My heart is beating fast and Nadja speak for hopeless signs For drums for the falling goods and rain wash through a bursting time Rain of tommorow, rain of today Rain of sorrow, rain of pain