STURMGEIST LYRICS

1. To the Pioneers of Labour Zion

[Instrumental]

2. A Gift from God to Man

I understand the Jewish tie to the land
Eretz Israel, a gift from God to Man
A fiction born in exile, invitation to Aliyah
Come un-goy me and I'll yell "Hey, see ya"

Nothing's so attractive as an object out of reach
Walk down the Manhattan to see Einstein on the beach
Albert, did you see the dawn at the Western Wall
Still standing after the United Rome's fall

I sit on a plane to the land of Judah
A bomb goes off outside the Mahane Yehuda
Life goes on as usual outside of CNN
Loun des Dieudonné's et les Jean-Marie Le Pen

3. Jerusalem Syndrome

Sturmgeist left Berlin for Operation Zion:
Jerusalem marathon in the City of the Lion
From daybreak he ran to the hills that kill
At Mt Scopus he felt warm and his Geist fell ill

Sturmgeist spun around at the finish line
Danced a little Tanz feeling just fine
Then he ate an orange, the best of them all
An orange, not an apple, would cause Sturmgeist's fall

Rumours of a syndrome spread in The Shuk
They see Sturmchrist on wheels with the savior look
White robe, black helmet and a pair of blood-red skis
Skiing Jerusalem for a thousand fucking likes

No olive branch of peace but laurels on his poles
The syndrome-struck savior is out to gather souls
On a Holy-City spree with a smile across his face
Skating religion just feels so fucking good

To crucify the Sturmchrist use his Splitkein skis
When he rolls up to Heaven, at last there'll be peace
No more wars in the region, only trust and love
May the Sturmchrist bless you with a wink from above

4. Traum Plan Glaube

Ein Traum braucht Kraft
Und Stein und Schweiß
Und Felder und Strom
Und Lust and Sperm
Und Holz and Liebe
Und Land und Wasser
Und Sonne und Wärme
Urn Wahrheit zu werden

Ein Plan braucht Arbeit
Und Geld und Muskeln
Und Treibstoff und Mut
Und Wissen und Einsatz
Und Worte und Streit
Und Schutz und Schlaf
Und Kleidung und Essen
Um Wirklichkeit zu werden

Eine Glaube braucht Seelen
Und Hoffnung und beten
Und Trachten und handeln
Und Kinder und Sucht
Und Sturm und Gesang
Und Tranen und Lachen
Und Spenden und Freude
Um Wissen zu weden

5. Flammes en noir et blanc

6. Liberation in Berlin

Berlin from above through the silver clouds
Is this what they saw in 1945
Before ending the tyranny with bombs
That is the cost of starting a war
Rembrandt on fire
Churches, museums, houses of civilisation
Where the fires of barbarity burned

You stand in a marble hall below the tall ceilings
A sign says Eintreten auf eigene Gefahr
Look down the gallery of doors
Some are open, others closed
It is quiet, the occupants long gone
Which door should you choose to get out of here
Do they all lead to doom
To a Duke Nukem life

In the marble arteries runs the blood of victims
Warschau, Sachsenhausen, Babi Yar
It is time to step out in the open
Through one of these doors
Aussteigen auf eigene Gefahr
Will you exit on the Venusberg or on a D-Day beach in Normandy
Will you cheer with the crowds in Paris, 1944
Will you enter a village on the Eastern Front
Or flee the Dorf for your life
Will you be on board the Exodus

In the marble hall of destiny
Which door makes you a victim
Which door makes you a criminal

7. Zion 48

There was a hammer in Valhalla
There was a hammer in the Soviet Union

There was a hammer in European Labour
There was a hammer in Zion 48

A land cannot be built
Without spades and iron

A people cannot live
Without fields and shelter

A byggja eit land

Det var ein hamar I Valhalla
Det var ein hamar I Sovjetunionen

Det var ein hamar hja Europas arbeidarar
Det var ein hamar I Zion 48

Eit land kan ikkje byggjast
Utan spadar og jern

Eit folk kan ikkje leva
Utan akrar og vern

8. Satanic Verses

Come Hamas
Come Hezbollah
Can't touch our ways our lives
With your Satanic verses
Lorry trucks and Knives
Come IS barbarians
With your beards and black flags
You'll return to where you came from
In black body bags

9. Burning the Towers of Misery

[Instrumental]

10. Eg skal vera jøde

I friminutti flakka eg um for ikkje å standa stilt
Millom gruppone av mobbarar og utstøytte
Eg ville ikkje mobba eller verta utstøyyt

Ein western: No Peace in Voguesville, 948-991
No sit eg I Berlin, Kallar meg Sturmgeist
Hatt hev eg, men enno ikkje pistol
Eg rir eit kreatur av merket
Pegasus Megalus 3000, me flyg fra Reichstag
Over Brandenburger Tor, Pariser Platz
Og Britische Botschaft til Mahnmal
Der ermordeten Juden Europas

Pa Sigerssoyla ser eg fridomen, ho er gullfuglen
Spreirer vengene I himmelen over Berlin
Fell over menneski som Lilith, kveler
Deim mjukt med ein mokkute sekk

Dei vart frosne ut med ord og vald, Noreg
Var for normen. Enno kjenner eg
Kor djupt eggen skar I kjøtet
Ho sokk I sjolve beinet

Born oyder born, skader deim for livet, veit ikkje
Kva vondt dei hev valda. I The Israel Museum
Stend stormguden Baal side um side
Med kjaerleiksgudinna Anat

Kan henda hadde dei rett I hatets hage
Eg skal vera jode, innbilt, ikkje sann
Ver ortodoks med hatt og skjegg
Sa gudinna og kysste meg

11. Blood Valley (By Anat Ben-David)

The Valley, go to Hell, oh, those broad hands
Sounds of war have chopped the mountain-caressing arms
The sweat on their face, has watered your blood-thirsty soil
Took my beloved away from me, crying, is a true human song

Let me go. The Valley, it's your fault, you know
You owe me love, you know, as he gave his soul to you
The valley, free me, as the mountains gave their oath
When my love returned, they would warn him from your wrath

The steam will return to a river
The sea will return to the sand
My love, in the valley I'll wait for you,
Tomorrow will bring former times







STURMGEIST LYRICS