| Traveler's contrails: | |
| none of them will ever pass -- | |
| its own horizon. | |
| De condensstrepen | |
| van reizigers passeren -- | von Reisenden passieren -- |
| nooit hun horizon. | nie ihr'n Horizont. |
| You must learn to live | |
| with the dark angels, sometimes -- | |
| there's a golden one. | |
| Je leert te leven | |
| met zwarte engelen, soms -- | mit schwarzen Engeln, manchmal -- |
| is er een van goud. | gibt's eine aus Gold. |
| Battles and heroes | |
| of the past are homages -- | |
| to murder, shameless. | |
| Veldslagen, helden | |
| van vroeger, een eerbetoon -- | sind unsere Hommagen -- |
| aan moord, schaamteloos. | an Mord, so schamlos. |
| Tribute to Oosthoek, Andreas | 5-7-5 |
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