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