Hände / Hands Kalt / Cold Stumpf / Dull Tot / Dead Wille / Will Wörter / Words
War would end if the dead could return.
And uh, I'm glad that I still have my hands and my eyes to work with.
We have much work ahead, to stand still.
Man blindly works the will of fate.
From our ugliness will grow the soul of the world.
A guy who'd cheat on his wife would cheat at cards.
When I die Dublin will be written in my heart.
The whole world is in my hand, and I will conquer and subjugate the world.
When ideas fail, words come in very handy.