And the last one.
I once left a city under ashes and dust A city that had lost its dreams The city had burned down before my eyes And I had bathed in its people‘s cries I return to a city under ashes and dust A city I have seen in my dreams I come to mourn the dead and the hate I come to see the grave of my love, that I made The city was cruel and so was its people But we knew love and friendship and dreams And I loved a girl, I took her to wife But in her cruelty, the city claimed her life I buried a city under ashes and dust Revenge for the loss of my dreams To cruelty, my only asnwer was to be cruel And now the voice of my love whispers: “Fool“ I see this city under ashes and dust I see the place of my dreams The root of my hate and my restlessness And here with my love and my people I‘ll rest in death