Dark ages, times of trouble, Around us only rubble. My home and my fatherland, I’m a soldier, I can understand There’s a time to fan the fire And a time to sweep the ashes of desire, A time to run to Bunker Hill, A time to love and a time to kill.
In the streets of Barcelona I bring bad luck just like Jonah, In the streets of Berlin too, I'm afraid I can only hurt you. There's a time to stand in fear Before the ones you once held so dear, A time to swallow the bitterest pill, A time to love and a time to kill.
Day and night, sirens howling, Motherless children prowling Just like there's no tomorrow, No more precious time to borrow. There's a time to pick roses, And a time when a one-eyed god disposes, A time to behold the triumph of the will, A time to love and a time to kill.