East is east, west is west
There's no difference, as to the best
The real dividing line goes on forever
All the martyrs make no sense
Shot to pieces in that ugliness
When the real one comes
We go [?]
Let the palace lions roar
Leave us to [?] on the desert floor
Each night in the cold will make us stronger
Each night in the cold will make us stronger
And each night spent in the cold will make us stronger...