Lyric by S. Rehbein





Seven Days we fight for the hills, and win

Many brothers died at this hell of fire

My most inner life grows to another

An unknown sense of pleasure forged by mortal agony



War…is over now

War…is over now

War…is over now

But not for me



Lying here for seven days

The pain is all around me now

It lays the blood red and cruelty work

From this terrified seven days



Seven Days I walk the routine way, and fail

It’s a shame of righteous men

To win all this games and lose the big campaign

These years consists of seven days



Seven Days until the end could be back

At the burning hills with their thousand screams

To keep shut their mouths with my hands

And banned it forever from my memories