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[Verse 1]
It’s raining, not for forty days
The flood goes on for years
It pours down knives and daggers
It showers doubts and fears

[Verse]
You\'re wriggling against the others
You\'re wrestling against yourself
There\'s no word you can count on
No hand offering help

[Chorus]
The ill wind keeps on growing
Keeping its rising toll
It\'s each one for themselves
And God against all
The passing years drum marching beat
Of heads cut off to roll
It\'s each one for themselves
And God
Against all

[Verse 3]
Head high, just keep on storming
The mist of times to come
That\'s all that you can hope for
To stand tall when the hours are done

[Chorus]
The ill wind keeps on growing
Keeping its rising toll
It\'s each one for themselves
And God against all
The passing years drum marching beat
Of heads cut off to roll
It\'s each one for themselves
And God
Against all

[Coda—Vocal shift: in German, cold, ominous]
Es ist die Nacht, die Stunde schlägt
In der die Schatten fallen
Immer Jeder für sich
Und Gott gegen Alle
Es ist die Zeit, die Stunde schlägt
Wenn die stolzen Reiche fallen
Immer Jeder für sich
Und Gott gegen Alle

[Coda translation (For Reference Only)]
It is the night, the hour strikes
In which the shadows fall,
Always each one for themselves,
And God against all
It is the time, the hour strikes
When the proud empires fall
Always each one for themselves
And God
Against all