WARBREED LYRICS

1. Sippenhaft

[Music by Sergio Fernández Ribnikov & Guillermo C. / Lyrics by Sergio Fernández Ribnikov]

The Nazi regime strongly believed in the olden glory of their people, in such a way that they sought to restore some of the customs of their Teutonic forefathers. Sippenhaftung was maybe the most clever stratagem developed by the Third Reich to keep control over their own followers and manipulate them in countless, unimaginable ways.

"Sippenhaft dictated that not only a traitor's life but the lives of his entire family became forfeit when judgment was rendered against him. Children, parents, the aged and infirm, none were spared. There was no appeal, and the sentence, once decreed, was swiftly executed"
[Greg Iles].

I'm a soldier for the Reich,
I'm the archetype of the Aryan übermensch,
But I am not proud of what I've done,
I've killed so many that I finally lost all count.

I was so blind; I did not see my dream,
Of unity differed completely from reality,
But nothing is like it should be and I feel,
I can't breathe, when I recall the madness and the carnage.

I never wanted to be the pawn in this game,
Never wanted to see what I've seen,
I naively hope that someday I'll be set free,
Days are passing by and I'm still enslaved and forgotten.

...enslaved and forgotten.

I fear not for my life but for that of my wife and son,
A pledge of allegiance with a high price,
These binds of flesh are a wicked machination,
Punishment to the clan, our downfall is called Sippenhaft.

I'm a man in quest for his redemption,
Whose dreams have turned him into a slave to the slaughterhouse,
I wish I could go back in time and turn the story round,
And then I would have held back my passion.

Call me a fool, but at that time the idea sounded right,
I guess I am a fool,
We were supposed to raise our country from its ashes,
But this way everyday there are more and more ashes...

I never wanted to be the pawn in this game,
Never wanted to see what I've seen,
I have lost any hope that I'll be set free,
Days are passing by, and I'm still enslaved and forgotten.

What am I supposed to do when all hope is lost?
Close my eyes and cry while I pull the trigger?
This is no way of life; it's rather a taste of death,
Farewell to you all; it's the only way out.

What's there for me?
Silky clouds or ravenous fire?
Death, set me free,
I'll kill no more; this last bullet is for me.

2. Aliy Sneg

[Music & Lyrics by Sergio Fernández Ribnikov]

The Russo-Finnish war broke out on November 30, 1939. It was a time of confusion and dejection: The Second World War had begun only three months before, and the German fist already pounded on several locations. The Finnish resistance was far outnumbered by the Soviet invaders, and yet the sons of Karelia fought bravely and relentlessly. To everybody's surprise, Finland was defeating Russia. However, only partially and temporarily, for the Soviet colossus was and had always been virtually indomitable.

On March 13, Finland signed the Moscow Peace Treaty, in which they were forced to relinquish the Finnish part of Karelia, among other locations. So unfair was this agreement, that it really seemed that Finland lost more territory in peace than in war. The Winter War is often seen as a minor battle, a footnote in world history, but the keen mind should know better: it was this war that led Hitler to underestimate the Russian power, and that, in the end, would cost him dear.

This is the tale of the dormant Finland,
About its people and its luck of the draw,
This is the tale of the conquering Russia,
And its victorious dead that never returned.

The Reds began their crushing crusade,
Towards the land where Väinämöinen once lived,
The land of snowy plains and endless nights,
Of a thousand lakes and seven hundred years of enslavement...

Slumber, chains and bloodstained
Swords, steels that clashed in the deafening silence.

The burning rain fell down on the resistance,
How to endure the weight of the world?
This was another kind of war in two fronts,
There's the human foe and the ruthless cold.

And so this land took the form of a big pool,
Where pride got steeped as many lives were lost,
Who were the heroes? Who were the bad guys?
Where was now the place they used to call home?

[Viktoriya Nikolaevna Shestakova]
Our fathers left their homes to reclaim their honour and to fight for the mothers of mothers...

[Markku Hamalainen]
...They sent strangers into our Karelia, and our beloved soil was desecrated.

Total silence... tearful, mournful
Stillness, not even a sound in the blood-red battlefield.

Over this snow,
Snow that once was white,
Lie the heroes,
The heroes from both sides.

The red covers all,
All we have ever known,
Such a grim sight,
A sight so hard to describe,
Blood-red snow.

And so this tragic tale came to an end,
When peace was signed once blood had been spilt,
Who did survive? Who did win...
If both of their banners were red in the end?

The Finns gave up their sacrosanct land,
The Russians got what they had yearned for so long,
But in the end, what did they all get for themselves?
Nothing but a handful of snow.

Bloodstained, cold and fragile
Snow, the very same snow that covered their bones.

Over this snow,
Snow that once was white,
Lie the heroes,
The heroes from both sides.

The red covers all,
All we have ever known,
Such a grim sight,
A sight so hard to describe,
Blood-red snow.

3. The Spandau Enigma

[Music by Sergio Fernández Ribnikov & Guillermo C. / Lyrics by Sergio Fernández Ribnikov]

The military prison of Spandau was built in 1876 and it was a titanic and gloomy construction. After World War II, Spandau was operated by the Four-Power Authorities (the United States, the United Kingdom, France, and the Soviet Union) to house the Nazi war criminals that had been sentenced to imprisonment at the Nuremberg Trials. It was initially designed for a prison population in the hundreds, however, in 1966, after the release of Speer and von Shirach, the prison housed but a sole occupant for over 20 years.

Who was this man that was kept imprisoned for so many years in such a colossal place? He was the prisoner number 7 and that is the only thing we know for sure, for his real identity is quite a mystery. Was he really Rudolf Hess or was he a doppelgänger, a political decoy? Maybe he was called Alfred Horn after all...
In 1987, Rudolf Hess or Alfred Horn was found dead with an electrical cord wrapped around his neck. His death was ruled a suicide by self-asphyxiation but, he may have had some help from the British secret services. The Spandau Enigma lingers on...

[Prisoner No. 7]
I died yesterday, strangled by two men,
They said I took my life, but they'd taken mine twice.

They say they know me well, but I know I'm innocent,
My name is Alfred Horn, dead since May, 1941.

Then at last I closed my eyes. Forgotten? Forgiven?

Before my light goes off, I want you all to know,
Before my soul ascends, I wish to be absolved.

I was a simple man, a scapegoat for the great plan,
The big owl's left its cage and flew into oblivion...

[The Scholar]
Who died there... in that cold cell?
Quid est Veritas? - His dairy read.
Truth or tale?

[Prisoner No. 7]
So many years have passed since that dreadful night,
When I landed on the Glens and kissed my freedom goodbye.

A thousand miles away, four walls to drive me insane,
The flames of desperation burnt my hopes right to the ground.

Not alone, no, no, not alone. No, never, never alone,
Never, ever, utterly alone; voices in my head!
My madness dies with me.

Then at last I've found my rest. Forsaken? Forgiven?

So this is how it ends? I take the blame to the grave,
The men in black are here, my fate`s becoming clear.

The enigma lies unsolved, six feet underground,
But I have told my tale and crave for absolution...

[The Scholar]
Who died there... in that cold cell?
Quid est Veritas? - His dairy read.
Truth or tale?

We may never ever know,
The Spandau Enigma, one and all,
The mystery lingers on,
The Spandau Enigma lies unsolved!

4. The Hour Of The Wolf

[BERSERKR VERSION]

[Of Glory and Decay - Part II]

[Music & Lyrics by Sergio Fernández Ribnikov]

Hitler's rise to power is still today an unfathomable mystery. Some say it came as the result of a series of unfortunate events. Beyond any doubts, the fateful Treaty of Versailles and the frail Weimar Republic instilled the deepest bitterness in the heart of the German people. Adolf Hitler, the homeless, died in the First World War, and it was out of the ashes of that bloody war that the madman, the enticer, the rhetorician, the unstable, was born. As the book says, the Second World War broke out on September 1st, 1939, following the invasion of Poland, but up to that moment, no one knew that it would not be just another war. In truth, no one knew that the Hour of the Wolf had begun.

"In Germany, they first came for the communists, and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a communist. Then they came for the Jews, and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a Jew. Then they came for the trade unionists, and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a trade unionist. Then they came for the Catholics and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a Catholic. Then they came for me -- and by that time there was nobody left to speak up."
[Martin Niemöller].

[Adolf Hitler]
I'm the wolf that yearns for bowels; I'm the man that lusts for power,
I'm an angel; I'm a daimon, on my way to war...
No one thought I would become such a mighty demigod,
I'm a saviour; a messiah, on our way to war...

Suffer, you ignored me; suffer, you have used me,
Suffer, you abused me; Now you'll suffer,
No more begging for bread, no more wretched living,
No more cold and hunger, just no fucking more...
Behold the wolf that I am; shiver! I am real.

I'm a newborn god of fire; I'm the shepherd of desire,
I bring pain to those who loathe me, on my way to war...

No one thought I would become the architect of a new war,
I'm a hero; a purifier, on our way to war...

Suffer, beg for mercy; suffer, heirs unworthy;
Suffer, you annoy me; now you'll suffer,
No more golden temples; no more well-off Semites;
No more easy living for the wretched.

So it's time for you to...

Rise, rise, my wolves; together we will conquer the world,
This kingdom of unevenness will fall under the rule of fire and steel,
The glory of our people will bloom from a soil sowed with pride,
Rise, warriors of Germania; your fatherland is calling you to a war versus the world.

Make them work until they're bones, and then throw them at the dogs,
They were born to be enthralled; they don't know,
Put the weaklings in a row, staring at the eastern sun,
Put them backs against the wall and end it all.

Suffer, make them suffer; suffer, don't you falter,
Suffer, they deserve it; now they'll suffer,
No more alien bastards; no more wretched scumbags,
No more sorry asses; you'll be the last...
The hour of the wolf has begun, and I'm invincible.

I'm a dragon; I'm a vulture, I'm the Grendel of the future,
I'm a phoenix; I'm a jackal, on my way to war,
No one thought I would become the Germanic Behemoth,
I'm a prophet; a messiah, on our way to war...

Suffer, retribution; suffer, execution,
Suffer, no redemption; now you'll suffer,
No more gentle Gentiles; no more saints and sinners,
No more Pax Judea for the wretched,
The hour of the wolf has begun and I'm the overlord.

So it's time for you to...

Rise, rise, my wolves; together we will conquer the world,
This kingdom of unevenness will fall under the rule of fire and steel,
The glory of our people will bloom from a soil sowed with pride,
Rise, warriors of Germania; your fatherland is calling you to a new great war,
The legions of the Rhein stand proud at the eve of the trial by fire,
The songs from ancient times will inflame the hearts of the enlightened minds.

Arise and behold my creation; the industry of death by obliteration,
A thousand years of glory ahead; my empire will last forever...

5. Hostis Ante Portas

[Music by Sergio Fernández Ribnikov]

[Instrumental]

Vasily Grigoryevich Zaitsev, the hero of Stalingrad and the Soviet Union, remains one of the greatest legends of World War Two. Throughout the war, he shot down more than 200 German soldiers only with his tryokhlineyka and his expert eye.
In the Ural Mountains he was a skilled deer hunter but, in the midst of battle, he became an icon for the whole Soviet army. For his meritorious actions during the war, he was granted the title of Hero of the Soviet Union.







WARBREED LYRICS