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                                                                                                                                     Ord & musik: Tom Lundén

                                                                                           Når dagens butik forskanser sin dør
                                                                                           og lyset i stuerne slukkes -
                                                                                           Når flokke af ensomme ulve gør,
                                                                                           når solens sidste genskin dør
                                                                                           og vejen til livet slukkes -
                                                                                           Når Vejen Til Livet Lukkes!

                                                                                           Så kommer vi frem fra mørke skjul
                                                                                           med vore våben på armen
                                                                                           og prøver at standse maskinernes hjul
                                                                                           forsvinder som nattens ravnsorte fugl
                                                                                           før dagen vågner til larmen!
                                                                                           Før Solen Kommer Med Varmen.

                                                                                           Vi vil kæmpe til vi når vort mål
                                                                                            ingen raslen mer' med lænker
                                                                                           Men jorden brænder mod skoens sål
                                                                                           når vi flygter fra nattens hede bål
                                                                                           og kun har det vi tænker
                                                                                           Ja Vi Har Kun Det Vi Tænker!

                                                                                           Jeg har set hvordan et menneske dør
                                                                                           når lyset slukkes i øjet -
                                                                                           Jeg har flygtet træt og sulten og ør
                                                                                           fra mørkets skygge gal og skør
                                                                                           kun blod og sved under tøjet
                                                                                           Kun Blod Og Sved Under Tøjet!

                                                                                           En dag blev vi omringet i en park
                                                                                           af hundrede hårde fjender
                                                                                           Vi søgte at flygte i byens kloak
                                                                                           min ven blev druknet i lort med spark
                                                                                           jeg undslap med mine minder
                                                                                          Jeg Undslap Med Mine Minder!

                                                                                          Jeg flygter som ræven på brændende jord
                                                                                           forfulgt af jægerens hunde
                                                                                           Jeg frygter det hylende halsende kor
                                                                                           af minder der svi’r som brændende ord
                                                                                           å, glemsel hvis blot jeg kunne
                                                                                           å, Glemsel Hvis Blot Jeg Kunne!
                                                                                           å, Glemsel Hvis Blot Jeg Kunne!