And in the final days of war When the world began to sway, Old faces drifted through the smoke Like ghosts that lost their way. Peter Wiese—dreamer, Always lost in distant skies. Sepp Gomulka—laughing Just to keep the fear disguised. Christian Vetter - naive Before formed by brutal truth Gilbert Wolzow - a figher still innocent of the things he´ll do They were brothers in the ruins, Children caught inside the storm, Trying to stay human Where humanity can’t form. Their memories lit the darkness As Holt stood on the edge— A final spark of friendship, A broken, sacred pledge. They were brothers in the ruins, Children caught inside the storm, Trying to stay human Where humanity can’t form.
