Middle
fields covered with ice don't sound
silence envelopped meadows
fuhrer won't do no blitzkrieg here
worried bites the dust for a long time
silent forest trees remain
frost closes bird beaks
coffee chills in a porcelain mug
there wont be no revolution over here
fire heats the furnaces
household wastes burn
a flag waves on the wind
wheat waits for the spring
fire heats the furnaces
digests fuel so justfully
warms household spaces up
it has no bloody choice