Man, Myth, and the Curse of the Immortal Songtext
von 1919

Or do the scars remain?
Will you worship a bag of bones
And cast aside the pain?
Forever reading history through rose-tinted glass
Undone by devils in detail, or do you dream at last?

Hope exists
In the immortal myth
It exists


Do you have the strength to breathe
In cold analysis?
Or do we need a fairy-tale
To save us from abyss?
If you only knew the truth would you believe in luck?
The first to condemn ignorance but still prey to her above

Don′t expect the world from human beings

Churchill was a drunk
Nightingale a fraud
Che Guevara fell
Obama couldn't fix...
But truth can be a bitch