Werke Lyrics

We were not afraid
The lies, the cheats, the thieves
So close at heart

And for this history
The fringe, the end, the edge
Now comes apart

And for lost liberty
The working sound, drilling sound
Sounds too loud

The din of working men
A modern mystery
Its finally found

So much passion reigned through these halls
So much sadness now between these walls

...So much pain