Ashes over Wattenscheid - The Adventures Of Werner Holt

"Ashes over Wattenscheid" Sirens split the darkness As the night turned into flame, Holt ran through broken doorways In his arms a child he failed to save. The world was falling inward, Streets trembling under light, He reached toward fragile footsteps Lost somewhere in the night. He tried to lift the shadows, Tried to hold her fading cry — But some storms break too heavy, Some hands can’t reach the sky. Chorus — “Ashes Over Wattenscheid” Ashes over Wattenscheid, A fire no heart could tame. He tried to save her innocence, But the world burned all the same. And in the smoke of mourning He felt something in him die — Ashes over Wattenscheid Drifting through the winter sky. Wachtmeister Gottesknecht found him Standing silent in the ruins, A soldier wrapped in questions No order could subdue. The old man touched his shoulder And said through trembling breath: “Some must live this nightmare So the homeland rises from its death.” Holt stared into the embers, Into loss he couldn’t mend — A truth too deep to answer, A wound time couldn’t bend. Chorus — “Ashes Over Wattenscheid” Ashes over Wattenscheid, A city drowned in flame. He tried to save one fragile life, But nothing stayed the same. And as the sky kept falling He asked the silent why — Ashes over Wattenscheid Drifting through the winter sky. “Some must live,” the Wachtmeister whispered, “So something may return. A land rebuilt from ashes, A place for hearts to learn. We carry home inside us, Even when the world is gone.” And Holt felt both the burden And the will to carry on. Final Chorus — “Ashes Over Wattenscheid” Ashes over Wattenscheid, But flickers still remain — A promise in the darkness That life will rise again. Through loss he found a purpose, Too fragile to deny — Ashes over Wattenscheid Falling from a wounded sky.