Under our soil lies the olden curse
from times of warfare.
A man's creation to kill the young.
The sulfur colored death fog,
carried by the east wind,
engulfed hundred thousands in death.
Shaking silhouettes of asphyxiation.
The sinister alchemy -
the origin of poison fumes.
Falkenhayn dreamed of mighty arsenals,
risen with the wind,
to clouds of bronchial corrosion
and silent death.
Patriotic pathos - a poison for peace.
Venenum creavimus.
Veneno nostri facti sumus.
Almighty tyrants of time
bring forth the same venom.
Haber´s curse will remain on this earth.
Once in Ypres, once in Gutha, once...
