I must go on standing
You can´t break that which isn´t yours
I, oh, must go on standing
I´m not my own, it´s not my choice

Be afraid of the lame
They´ll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They´ll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They´ll inherit your blood
Apres moi, le deluge
After me comes the flood

I must go on standing
You can´t break that which isn´t yours
I, oh, must go on standing
I´m not my own, it´s not my choice

Be afraid of the lame
They´ll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They´ll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They´ll inherit your blood
Apres moi, le deluge
After me comes the flood

Be afraid of the lame
They´ll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They´ll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They´ll inherit your blood
Apres moi, le deluge
After me comes the flood

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Be afraid of the lame
They´ll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They´ll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They´ll inherit your blood
Apres moi, le deluge
After me comes the flood

I must go on standing
You can´t break that which isn´t yours
I, oh, must go on standing
I´m not my own, it´s not my choice