Gazing through the window at the trench in backyard
Young lives end in jaws of immaculate war
The tears of widows can't wash the blood away
In pavement stones it's forever stained
Chorus:
Of blood and iron, forge the liberty
With blood and iron, claim independency
A cause to die for, feed the war machine
Blood and iron, hand-made misery
Blinded by tears and propaganda storm
Driven to kill a friend in a wrong uniform
Brotherhood revealed so disposable
Seems they love each other like Cain and Abel
Chorus.
Once heroes of nation glory and fame
Now nobody remembers their faces and their names
Weary cladiators fight hand to hand
Forgetting the proletariat have no fatherland