| We have ascended to great renown
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| A kingdom that’s respected by the seeds we’ve sewn
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| Fight wars for money and all the perks
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| This time it just so happens to be the French we fight
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| And then dark news came from the east
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| The Swedish armies from the north
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| No, no, no!
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| There’s only one way out
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| That’s to avenge myself upon the Swedes
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| Both noble and the plain, we’ll kill them all
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| We’ll purge this land of filth and bring them to the fall
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| This cruel betrayal, it feels the same as the thirty years of terror which left
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| a vile stain
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| Never again will this come to pass
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| We fly for Brandenburg for vengeance now at last
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| They flew like specters in the night
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| With hearts so heavy for the dawn
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| No, no, no!
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| There’s only one way out
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| The fox will go to war with wolves who have no doubt that we are weaker still,
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| and stand but little chance
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| But now our hearts are made of fire and blood is on our minds
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| Silent in the rain, our passage through the night
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| We swept them from the stage
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| Brandenburg left vacant in their flight
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| Their expectations blocked by the marshlands not in sight
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| Silence at Fehrbellin
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| Echoes of family long gone by
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| Silence at Fehrbellin
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| Green fields shimmer with their blood
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| Despite an overwhelming tide
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| The rage of shame cast fear aside
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| Blood, blood, blood!
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| We have them on the run
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| I am the father, Friedrich Wilhelm
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| The fleeing Swedes were butchered by peasants and by all
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| The memory of shame is sometimes quite unfair |