Germania - Momus

There are blood hounds and burial mounds upon these metal maps

Iron curtains tumble down, iron walls collapse

A thousand acorns trampled upon make a thousand oaks

In Germania, in Germania

Tannenbaum in Tinseltown, the legend goes before

The queen puts on a snowy gown, Frederick’s at the door

Assign no blame, place no strain on the frail neck of the swan

In Germania, in Germania

Rotten flowers, forgotten powers

Glory gathering

So childishly history is dancing in a ring

An old romance a toten tanz

Hear the sirens sing

In Germania, in Germania