[Intro]
[Verse 1]
The cannons hushed, the fields lay bare,
A nation gasping, lost in despair.
A republic born from ashes and pain,
Golden chains of Versailles, a fragile reign.
Paper marks burn, the breadlines grow,
Dreams turn to dust as the winters blow.
[Chorus]
Oh, Weimar, you danced on the edge of a blade,
Hope in the cabaret, but the debts were unpaid.
A democracy strained, in a world turned unkind,
You bore the weight as empires aligned.
[Verse 2]
Streets filled with banners, red against black,
Whispers of hate in the shadows grow back.
The generals schemed, the Spartacists fell,
A president’s pen couldn’t break the spell.
The mark crashed to earth, the middle class drowned,
In the silence, a tyrant’s boots found the ground.
[Chorus]
Oh, Weimar, you danced on the edge of a blade,
Art in your heart, but the future decayed.
A parliament fractured, a people betrayed,
You fell to the storm that your failures made.
[Bridge]
The radios crackled, the films flickered bright,
But darkness crept closer in the d**d of the night.
The books turned to embers, the voices erased,
A decade of chaos, no time left to waste.
[Outro]
[Verse 3]
Now history whispers through Berlin’s cold stones,
Of a republic that faltered, and left us alone.
A warning in echoes, where the banners once flew—
Break the chains of the past, or repeat what they knew.
[Chorus]
Oh, Weimar, you danced on the edge of a blade,
Your story’s a ghost in the choices we’ve made.
A shadow still lingers where your borders laid,
A lesson unlearned as the decades fade.
[Outro]