I grew up in a world That smelled of the sea I was a plunderer then In grave gowns, in small jealousies I found subservience And the cold came with it And it kept its menace secret Priests and police There ́s not much hope In their kind of tomorrow And what ́s left of yours You must tie to your dream Our hope, it travels in a song Man hat uns ins Feuer gebracht Warum hast du uns verlassen? And we roam about like thirsty winds Like some boisterous race And pass scrapbook bonfires Some things always survive the flames And we are not afraid of ruins For we will inherit the earth And we carry the new world within us No matter how invincible You deem yourselves You will break Just like the twigs you worship Tied into bundles with the master ́s ax Man hat uns ins Feuer gebracht Aber von deiner Heiligen Schrift Wollte niemand ablassen I grew up in a world That smelled of the sea I had many brothers then Now I have all of europe Come now, come Through the thickening fire Into the violent night