Carry On - Der Noir

We all are the kings of nothing through the mist of destiny

We all are the wings of vision through the way of mysteries

And when the flood will call our soul shall turn to the storm

We’ll be standing among the ruins until we die

To carry on

All the things to which we belong

To carry on

All the things to which we belong

To carry on

All the things to which we belong

To carry on

All the things to which we belong

To carry on

All the things to which we belong

To carry on

And when the flood will call

Our soul shall turn to the storm

We’ll be standing among the ruins until we die

To carry on

All the things to which we belong

To carry on

All the things to which we belong

To carry on

All the things to which we belong

To carry on

All the things to which we belong

To carry on

All the things to which we belong

To carry on