Washing the blood off the pedestals Drunk with liquor and songs All icons shattered and none replaced For we were all fooled and wronged And serpent's milk on blackened stone This sand betrayed You whets your dagger On the plunderer's lips Now sharpen the blades Sharpen the nails Little rebel mine, rebel mine I hope you will come with me I hope you will fight Little rebel mine, rebel mine I hope you will come with me I hope you will fight Now fear spreads over the roofs And on down the valleys And what strange birds cruise here Now that there's blood on the branches And serpent's milk on blackened stone
This land betrayed You whets your dagger On the plunderer's lips Now sharpen the blades Sharpen the nails Little rebel mine, rebel mine I hope you will come with me I hope you will fight Little rebel mine, rebel mine I hope you will come with me I hope you will fight Wir sind geschlagen Nicht besiegt In solcher Schlacht Erliegt man nicht Wir werden nicht besiegt Gelernt haben wir Das ist nicht der letzte Kampf Little rebel mine, rebel mine I hope you will come with me I hope you will fight Little rebel mine, rebel mine I hope you will come with me I hope you will fight