We Ran From the Land

(Distant marching cadence — like ghosts in fog)

Links… zwei… drei… vier…

Für Heimat und Vaterland…

(For home and fatherland…)

We marched in lines through forest black

Boots in time, no looking back

Orders came like falling rain

Hold the ground. End the pain

Vorwärts, Männer! Halt die Stellung!

But the ground would not obey

Shifted slow, then slid away

Roots like fingers through the mud

Drinking deep of friend and blood

No trumpet called

No banner flew

Just whispers in the earth we knew

We did not surrender—we ran

From the teeth of our own land

No flag survives, no line will stand

Where Nidhagar breathes through the sand

Wir liefen fort… wir mussten flieh’n…

(We ran… we had to flee…)

We did not surrender—we fled

From the voice beneath the dead

If you hear the soil demand—

Run before it knows your name

Iron wings above the trees

Drakes that shrieked like dying seas

We fired into smoke and flame

Nothing living fought the same

Captain cried Zurück! Zurück!

(Back! Fall back!)

Then the trench itself unstitched

And through the mud a marching song

Kept keeping time when men were gone

Corrupted March Chant

Links… zwei… drei… vier…

But now too slow… too near…

Für Heimat—

(silence)

Für Vaterland—

(the earth replies)

Only the land kept marching.

Chorus

We did not surrender—we fled

From the voice beneath the dead

If you hear the soil demand—

Run before it knows your name

We buried none… the ground refused

We marked no graves… they were all used

Die Erde lebt… sie frisst uns auf.

(The earth lives… it devours us.)

At night we heard old marching tunes

Coming from abandoned dunes

No drummer there

No soldiers found

Only boots beneath the ground

This is no war that men can win—

The land itself has turned on them

This isn’t Germany anymore…

Es gehört ihm.

(It belongs to him.)

We did not surrender—we ran

From the heart of a dying land

No king, no cross, no last command

Can save you from his hand

Kein Reich bleibt steh’n, wo Drachen geh’n.

(No realm stands where dragons tread.)

If you march where we once stand—

Run… or join us in the sand.

Links… zwei… drei… vier…

Links… zwei… drei…

Wo ist Heimat?

(Where is home?)

Unter der Erde.

(Beneath the earth.)