(M. Biedermann) We're the symbol of society The masters of our race We've learned our lessons on those who lived And how they lost their face What's wrong with living a proper life When it's yet our time to die? Faith and honor well preserved For we never question why... Taking your life in your own hands As we do every day Living life in the danger zone Someday you'll have to change Divine wind Kamakazi flies within Divine sin You'll never see his face again No reason living No reason to die You look in the mirror And see your cold eyes One final moment Before you take to the skies The needle's your pilot And the snow is your guide To turn your back on the rising sun Would surely bring your honor shame Crying for the ways we live When we only have ourselves to blame (Solo MB)
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