They're marching on the mountains They scramble through the pa** People have them offered everytime But I know we cannot match This is our future This is our home By the blood in my veins And the soil on my hands We'll stand our ground For miles around This is our line This is our line Oskar lost Ofelia But he was calm and he was brave And he slaughtered in her name Untill it took his life away I'm but a farmers boy, no soldier should I be But the rest of the men are bearring it and now is my time to leave
I'm but a sheperds boy no k**er could I be But with this knive in my hand I will fight for our land and I'll die before I'll sleep We'll stand our ground For miles around And our bu*t will stay in the streets Stomach(?) in my chest, your pistols pointing west Minute man dead us, know they come agra** us Rail? Buffelhors together will defend us I am but a natrix son no murderer I can be But the day oskar arrived, we ggonna live in the name of alnerique