Of only guilt and innocence is
all we ever speak
The strong and courageous are still favored to the
weak
We stand atop these hills and build garrison
fortresses
We rape, pillage and kill over all of our
resources
And I hear you crying, your tears flood the Rhein
I hear you crying, your sorrows are all mine
The innocence of the forests and fields is never
in regard
The land is always spoiled by its prisoners and
their gaurds
Generations pay the consequence
For the crimes of their ancestory
Every nation is imprisoned by its own history
And I feel you bleed, your blood floods the Rhein
I drink your blood from the grapes of your vine
The heavens gave forgiveness to cure us of all
disease
The dead no longer rule us
And we're deaf to their pleas
I reflect upon my own misdeeds
As I walk these cobblestone streets
And enjoy approximate peace
And the company that I keep
And I hear you weep, your tears flood the Rhein
And I drown in your deep
Your sacrifice was devine
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