Fatherland - Sturm und Drang

A young man he came, from far and away

To the front on a cold winter’s day

Just a poor farmer’s son, was given a gun

And the hope of glory to come

Now the old winds of war, they will blow, they will soar

From the east, as the guns start to roar

But they would not surrender

The pride inside their hearts

When we walk through the fields

Over blood that was spilled

For your fatherland

For the freedom they gave

With their names on the graves

For our fatherland

Come on, raise your hands

Out in the trenches, down on their knees

Wait for the storm to unleash

The enemy’s name, the fear it remains

It be over in three weeks they say

But they would not surrender

The pride inside their hearts

When we walk through the fields

Over blood that was spilled

For our fatherland

For the freedom they gave

With their names on the graves

For our fatherland

Come one, raise your hands

All the mothers who cried over soldiers who died

For our fatherland

For the freedom they gave

With their names on the graves

For our fatherland

Come on, raise your hands