One hundred times I died
One hundred more I will
Why should I fear your law?
Soldier, tell me, should I?
It's lower then the voice
Of this endless sea.
It's nothing compared
To the voice of the wind.
Your law, that stands
In front of justice
As a sight against
The eastern wind
Your law, that stands
In front of justice
Like a broken shell
In front of the ocean
I can not read your laws
But they will fade away
This was my father's land
My sons will walk on it
Your law, that stands
In front of justice
As a sight against
The eastern wind
Empty echoes
Of empty words
Empty echoes
Of bitter words
Your law, that stands
In front of justice
Like a broken shell
In front of the ocean
Empty echoes
Of empty words
Empty echoes
Of bitter, bitter words.