A DUBIOUS HONOUR

I. A Clash of Cultures and Times

In a desert wasteland
We roam across fields of burning sand
Still there is one goal to reach
And I promise, for all that is and ever will be…

The coldest thing here are their hearts
Duty is to make all flesh and heart part
And the night will soon meet its end
When his body lays and his power weakens

The path was dark and so full of terrors
Many doubted to stay, we felt so alone
But you stood behind us, so we carried on

Neither man nor god could foresee
The group was gone, a set of corpses
All were but me
My will to kill grew ever strong
The fight was short, as it all should be
A distant shot was the end of tyranny
I returned home and the world sang along:

„All their king has brought upon us
Was an antiquated culture of oppression and lust
But now we’re grateful at last
For this is the closest to peace that we’ll ever get
Heaven spoke with a word of hope
We listened and we knew our goal
Erase the sins for no darkness ever to evoke
Now it’s done after years of woe
And it’s written so the world shall know:
May thy honour and wealth forever grow“

But tides can turn in a matter of seconds…

II. Fall from Grace

The higher you climb, the further you fall
It happens to all, no matter how strong
Once a hero of war, now regarded as scum
Once an idol for all, rivaled by none

It was a necessary act I did with our writ
Now’s seen as a sin and a crime i did commit
When all is grey and one can’t see what is true
There is no hope for a right thing to do

When victory calls, all men want a part
But you always lose alone, so better don’t start
When the final curtain falls, noones there to blame
Yet the fault was always there, yours and mine’s the same

What was lost and forgotten will be reborn and redone
What seemed over for long will see a new dawn
When peasants are kings, no one knows what’s next
So whatever side’s you’re on, you will regret

Remember this: ‚t was not all in vain
We still have the knowledge: it was right what we began
And if you think that we were wrong
Just remember when you sang this song:

„All their king has brought upon us
Was an antiquated culture of oppression and lust
But now we’re grateful at last
For this is the closest to peace that we’ll ever get
Heaven spoke with a word of hope
We listened and we knew our goal
Erase the sins for no darkness ever to evoke
Now it’s done after years of woe
And it’s written so the world shall know:
May thy honour and wealth forever grow“

Now in my death cell I’ve come to realize
All that’s good in life comes with a heavy price
But no man ever dares to say
That sometimes a life is the right thing to pay

-Music & Lyrics: Ott-