作词 : Dominik Zingler
作曲 : Dominik Zingler
May old acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind.
In days in auld lang syne.
When Hell had come like hell we fought,
Regardless of the crime.
We take the sin with money got
For days for auld lang syne.
We stood as brothers side by side,
As fires died with time.
The devils gone; the heralds sing.
And when the fight has come again,
Your gun will become mine!
For dead men shall not shoot again.
