100 Mann Und Ein Befehl

Somewhere in a foreign land
we march through stone and sand.
Far from home and outlawed,
hundred men, and I am among them.

Hundred men and one command
and a path no one wants.
Day in, day out,
who knows where to.
Scorched land,
and what is the meaning?

All alone in the dark night
I have often thought
that far from here the full moon shines
and far from me a girl weeps.

And the world is still so beautiful,
if only I could see you once more.
Now a long year separates us,
because a command was our fate.

Fate strikes randomly,
today me and tomorrow you.
I hear the crows cry from afar
in the dawn. Why must this be?

Somewhere in a foreign land ....