Fly butterfly of freedom fly
Fly much higher to the other side
And take my within


There's blood on your flowers and blood on our hands
And we should kill for the fatherland

Carry me away from here

Here comes a new dawn with the hail of bullets

Run wild child - run child run
Nightfall awaits us beyond the napalm flames


Run wild child - run child run

They need our blood to make their history

More dead bodies means more authority
That's sick, sick, sick, sick, sick!
They want us to drink their poisoned wine

Money is god and deterrent is called Jesus Christ
But freedom in unknown